I couldn’t go to weather, so . . .

Posted on March 26, 2012by apronheadlilly

3-'12

I couldn’t go to weather,
so weather kindly came to me.
(Sounds almost Emily Dickinson-ish, don’t you think?)

Even with a broken rib,
I hobbled front and back and bedroom bath
to catch the wind and sun kissed clouds,
scudding across the sky, dodging raindrops.

There was only a 40% chance of rain,
and it was 40%-ing all over the place,
right above my head!

Endorphins heightened with every digital capture,
me in my wet socks and scruffy robe
(wonder what the neighbors thought),
me in my bed hair and hunched pain–but
better than pills,
and better than sulks is weather,
and it kindly stopped for me.

Stormclouds--an acrostic

Scudding across a

tormented space, furious foes of light and

oppressive indigo

rage wet breath,

mingling spears of light with leaves and dust and

cold, hard, layered stones.

Loud collisions—claps

of heaven’s violent

underbelly—

deafen we who run for

sanctuary.

A beautiful day in the neighborhood . . . 9-4-11

View from the aqueduct

Sun peaking through on the buttes

The fire on the mountain was caused by a plane crash that killed two.  The fire threatened lives in
Tehachapi and many lost property, too.