Category: Weather

talking to the sun while the moon eavesdrops

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sunmoondance
Art by Jr Korpa via Unsplash

 

clouds break before noon,
the wind rushes in and
the two of us sit with
the chill as if
tomorrow plans on
beating around the bush
about showing up.

I hold his hand.
he brushes against
my sun-beaten skin and
tries to steal a moment
with my eyes.

we sit in the glow of
a freshly splattered rain,
sun peeking its head out
while drops fall–Devil’s
beating his wife.
I don’t want to miss
a second of his
green-eyed stare.

I watch the moon as
it hurries in between
sibling clouds, its
intent is clear.
it’s here to stop
our show.

tonight, there will be
no encore.

The first frost of May

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Photo by Joshua Newton via Unsplash

cold stretches its arms
throughout the spaces
of my home
I wrap myself up
and tap the heat
warmth caresses every
inch of our space

we calm our shivers–
talk the shakes
down from ledges
frozen toes and fingers
wiggle in excitment
happy to thaw,
eager to feel something
again

routine

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NaPoWriMo #30

I wake up to the sound
of heavy rain landing
in puddles on the ground
the dog snores then exhales
I push myself up
from the comfort of a bed
that loves me more than
this weather ever could
10 hours ahead of me
screening and registering
patients, and the beat
goes on . . .

Twitter Poem

failure to beat the rain

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NaPoWriMo #20

This morning, I allowed myself more time to simply rest in bed after opening my eyes. I did not peel myself away from the comfort of my pillowtop until well after 8 am. This resulted in me trying to walk Jernee in a massive downpour as the rains decided to shower down in sheets on us. But, I never felt more alive than I do right now. Peace.