poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Is it early turbot or on time? I can’t say.
The blistering scarlet top is for sure present.
All day cloudy because fires continue.
It’s suggested we stay indoors.
Times have caught a new wave.
Leaders trying hard to save.
In cities on major boulevards thousands rave
Working hard to avoid the grave.
Some rain, green grows thick.
Bunnies hide. We do too
Running quick.
Mornings are cool.
Listen to me, I’m telling you what the weather will be.
I read it, believe it, and pass it on.
I’m trained.
What happened to me looking out the window.
Today might be the warmest of the year, so far.
I’m dressed for warm so i believe it.
Cloudy, so looks like the Canadian smoke continues.
Right now I’ll coffee-up.
Dream swirled with me in it.
Now I’ve coffeed once and
Am looking over my shoulder for more.
Baby squirrel and new little bunnie are in the back yard.
Weather is dry this middle of the week.
Warming to mid seventies.
Nothing so terribly hot or humid.
Feels like it’ll be regular, good summer day
I’ll jot a little, like this I’m doing.
We’ll see what will be as the calendar spins.
On and off again, working it out.
Smile and think good, what it’s about.
Other parts had the rain
We were border dry,
Finally one day it came our way.
Now I’m sitting, waiting again, no lie.
What we usually get is a forecast of rain.
Then nothing happens.
Skies always cloudy
So rain seems around the corner.
Will be very warm for these parts.
Not like Texas with temps absurd .
Our area is warm enough for us.
We need a forest to hide in heavy green.
We do have a small woods on one side.
i can check the weather there.
It will make our acre yard worth while.
Instead of taking for granted I’ll examine.
Now the fine line of wonder opens.
Hello good June Sunday, come on in,
Blue sky, clouds flow puffy again,
A measure for how and where we’ve been.
