The trees stand watchful, Warmth of spring vacant, It was rumored by weather people we were to have sixties or seventies, Blaa,Blaa,Blaa! Not here, A friend in Nebraska says not there either Blaa,Blaa,Blaa, I’m off to the kitchen to feed my Black cat, Grab food then off to the TV room and, Electric heater and.kittiesContinue reading “Crab Apple Blossoms”
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Flurries at dawn
Freezing temps not December, Spring Iowa April 27,2022, Fifty-two now in sun, Forty-two feels like in the shade, In mobile home feels like twenty, I could bundle up and go out or… Read, Hum, Read and name now nearly three, Then shut my eyes a little, Been up since six a.m., Always colder in mobileContinue reading “Flurries at dawn”
Forty
Warm for night, Not Florida but Iowa, Weather guy says fifty&five tomorrow, Sounds nice, Alas this is Iowa, Only time will tell, Grampa Paul John Andrew Heike would say, I will believe it when I see it, Funny his dad was a Lutheran pastor, Funny that thought men of god, Believe mechanism was the unseen,
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, FuelContinue reading “All our temperatures dropped”
No rain,
How odd, Weather men should only be women, Then when weather is off we, I can still think, No rain cute lady, Nice dress, Maybe next time,
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 momContinue reading “Pink Sky”
First week August
Last night felt like first October My cat and I slept like logs Tucked under two blankets You know quilt and throw! Until I yelled get off me cramped! Drank some water Took a stroll Recovered me and of course cat Garsh darn if it were not fifty-three this morn A week past not aContinue reading “First week August”
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 farmerContinue reading “Smells like”
Weird temps, Mr.President denotes change no scientist needed!
Weather has changed Mr.Oresident!
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