Monday, October 03, 2022
Storm Poems
All right! So much good work here.
My Dad's, of course, described something familiar to me:
Storms come low across
Lake Saganaga turmoil
followed by blue skies.
Lake Saganaga turmoil
followed by blue skies.
As did the Medievalist:
Icy snow blows cold,
Stings my eyes, freezes the heart,
April makes me cry.
Stings my eyes, freezes the heart,
April makes me cry.
IPLawGuy had a truth:
Go! Evacuate!
Easy if you have the means
Most, sadly, do not.
Easy if you have the means
Most, sadly, do not.
Christine was on it:
Unpredictable
Missed the house in Florida
Found us in N.C.
Missed the house in Florida
Found us in N.C.
Twice, actually:
Evacuate from
Tampa... all routes in storms path
must shelter in place
Tampa... all routes in storms path
must shelter in place
Desiree told another familiar tale:
The tent was cozy
'til the storm started. Now we're
sleeping in the van.
'til the storm started. Now we're
sleeping in the van.
Jill Scoggins brought it:
Light before a storm:
Colored gray-green, it’s unlike
all others you'll see.
Colored gray-green, it’s unlike
all others you'll see.
And I loved this from Meghan Willome:
baseball-sized hail knocks
pollen out of live oak trees—
Come out and breathe, y'all
pollen out of live oak trees—
Come out and breathe, y'all
