Arctic opens giant mouth
Blows chilled breath
Across the frozen tundra
Down, down across state after state
Heading south, southeast dipping deep
Poet sits with chilled ankles and feet
By the glow of her computer moon
North winds whip naked oaks
Uninvited breeze enters seemingly safe room
Heat pump's silence exacerbates
Wind gust's lifting of the roof
Stirring of the wind chimes
Their hollow sound being driven
Into a voice of frenzy
A thinning, gray headed man snores
Heat pump clicks on
Temporary relief for chilled feet
As the poet tries to visualize
Those oaks that get no relief
Except when gusts slow
Oaks' dead brown leaves are tossed
Dried, crinkled left 'pon the cold earth
As a temporary blanket of warmth
Strong gusts break weakened limbs
Their occasional crash frightens
Any leaf left hanging by a brittle stem gives way
To the breath blown from the arctic's giant mouth
Date written: 12-23-2022
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Date: 12-23-2022
Weather Forecast
Haiku: by Tom
10/25/2021
Weather bulletin!
South/southeast a chance of rain
could bring flash flooding.
Wednesday's rain was in a shrouded sheet,
With puddles moving toward the ditches;
But Thursday's forecast brought no repeat,
Oklahoma weather leaves me in stitches.
Thursday starts cloudy but turns to sunny,
With northwest winds and gusts to thirty;
Weather changes make eyes and nose runny,
Like to vacation in the Isle of Cape Verdi.
Today's wind is northerly and bitter cold,
Bringing a chance of snow, though slight;
Even yesterday's seventy was foretold,
But morning's twenty-eight is no delight.
Twixt me and Kansas, not much but fences,
To have slowing effect on this north wind;
I'll say I'm thrilled under false pretenses,
It has its bite when your blood is thinned.
Friday brings with it another high at fifty,
With northwest wind blowing around ten;
Turning south/southeast becoming shifty,
Saturday its back to the northwest again.
For Sunday's weather I have no clue,
May be hot and raining or sleet and snow;
It's too deep for my mind to construe,
Oklahoma weather, one can never know.
If I long for days both calm and sunny,
And today's cold weather seems strange;
I just remember life is so unlike honey,
And wait a short while for it to change.
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