Global Warnings
Severe heat warnings…
practically world-wide.
Is Paris burning?
London sure is.
Pacific Northwest,
straight to New
England, below,
and all between.
Feel most badly,
for those with
high humidity levels.
Can be unforgiving.
In L. A., I
sit reading Gabriel
Garcia Marquez stories…
the c.d. belts
Jelly-Roll Morton.
Naked in my
shaded living room,
sipping ice tea…
attempting to weather
the hot weather.
All should survive…
most generally do.
Weather Invited
The June gloom—
in my room.
Well past noon,
not going soon.
Love it dearly—
even more dreary
yet I’m leery,
it’ll turn cheery.
In my refrain—
wishing for rain.
Try in vain
to stay sane.
Dark gray clouds—
Take a bow.
All of now…
covered in shroud.
Weather…Or Not
(On the Road to Pueblo-Highway 160-Co.)
Still the wind blows,
but says not a thing.
Rain pelts the pavement,
with a familiar ring.
The snow flitters down,
and re-blankets the earth.
The entire globe appearing,
in the midst of re-birth.
The sleet slices through,
like a sharp pointed knife.
Hail falls like rocks,
oh well, such is life.
The above-mentioned elements,
can be forever extolled.
Though their power and beauty,
yet, never controlled.
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