Friday, April 29, 2011

Whether there's weather

We have had an interesting week, weather-wise. And I am here to describe it in verse, giving credit where credit is due.

Today it is sunny, cool, and breezy, but not cold. A totally gorgeous day.  A day that, should Mother Nature decide to make one like today every day, many would rejoice.  Today makes me think of this poem, by Frank Asch:

If sunlight fell like snowflakes,
gleaming yellow and so bright,
we could build a sunman,
we could have a sunball fight,
we could watch the sunflakes
drifting in the sky.
We could go sleighing
in the middle of July
through sundrifts and sunbanks,
we could ride a sunmobile,
and we could touch sunflakes —
I wonder how they'd feel.

Wednesday was volatile with many tornadoes and terrible wind and rain and hail and fatalities, damages, accidents and lots of devastation. I hadn't a poem in mind, but Emily Dickinson is always good, and this one seems to apply:

There came wind like a bugle;
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom's electric moccason
That very instant passed.
On a strange mob of panting trees,
And fences fled away,
And rivers where the houses ran
The living looked that day.
The bell within the steeple wild
The flying tidings whirled.
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the world!


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