So damn cold

Today this minute forty-six, Last Wednesday ninety-seven, All in May, In twenty-twelve this weekend, Northern Wisconsin we had snow, While at home we had eighties, Change one thinks of in life occur around us and to us, Global Climate change fits that discription, I slept last night under two blankets and a cat, This May

All our temperatures dropped

Sunday weather things predicted, Week full of sixties and seventies, What does northern Iowa get? One day seventy, Monday, Rest of week now predicted thirties and forties, The word true, The word given wrong, Cold in my metal tube, Winter strange, Global warming is a bitch. All heat sources should be wind or solar, Fuel

Winter storm

Last night, December 26th, Trailer,rock,shifted and rolled, Doors pulled, Felt like theyed be ripped off, Dogs or puppies hide under a bed, My eight cats sit the wee ones in front protruding window, Bang, bang, I open front door pushed lock down, No more banging, Little known something about trailers its like a unwritten law,

Pink Sky

Sunrise December twenty-third, Awaken alarmed eyes raised skyward, Not blue nor still black sky saw I, Deep rosy pink vista filled my window, As if in days gone by, A sweet voice I heard, Mom was telling her middle child, Pink sky in morning sailer take warning, Pink sky at night, Sailor delight! Lost mom

Smells like

Fall in the air Fall smells leafy and restful Spring buds pop Spring smells fresh in March first sounds Pitter patter droplets tumble Kissing gentle limbs recalling foliage April wildflowers in Iowa rise Golden slippers , Dutchman breeches New England asters,Lillies of the valley Some just lovely some lovely and Deadly Peonies,daisys, Iowa Irish farmer

Comic relief

Global Change is a legacy too.