air(minus planes) show

low clouds thick as raw wool

blanket the community enticed

by advertising to gather at the airport

for the annual air show with jet

formations and aerobatics,

antique by-wings, wing walkers,

military planes and fireworks

and tomorrow forecasts rain

ah, me, could this be the year

there will be an air show

without airplanes?

not like it used to be

snow up to ten inches

in Florida

below freezing but no rain

or snow in western Oregon

bright sunlight sparkling

off Cascade peaks

was weather ever “normal”

or is every season “not

like it used to be when

I was a kid”?

late december

haiku

again socked in gray

clouds hiding the snow-capped peaks

but bright and joyous

sunshine after gray rain

sunshine this morning after gray

days of sudden, intense showers

how dependent we humans are

on that sparkle of warmth and light

for inner joy to give us hope

rain gauge

oregon rain creates bleak chill

even when spring should dwarf

all efforts to dampen sunshine

our spirits droop, even knowing

dust devils will soon dervish—

whirl all thought of grays

and stir our longing for mist

and the soothing respite of dew

and she can get crankier

chill morning, un-summerlike

odd weather for mid-June

in a year of unexpected heat

too early in the season

as though Grandma Nature

were getting cranky in her old age

awkward spring

  a few days of sun

warm enough to stay outdoors

to replant seedlings and sprinkle

seeds over disturbed slopes

in hopes of roots to hold the hills

and grace with flowers

but this morning heavy dew

and promise of rain

even hint of scattered thunder

spring’s awkward finding balance                                  

unwarranted conclusion

unwarranted conclusion

full moon and frost on pine limbs

stubbled lawn glints blue-white

convincing me just after midnight

of the season’s unpredicted first snow