Poem: Autumn Caught Him Quite Off Guard

Autumn Caught Him Quite Off Guard

 

Autumn caught him quite off guard

Tumbling bright leaves to the ground

When he hadn’t harvested the last grapes

So he went for one last swim

In the eve of September.

 

Drops sparkled down his body

As he came up from the bay

Dripping with the desire of a boy

Soon frozen by winter’s rage

That in spring he had forgotten.

 

November 2021

About This Poem

Maybe not quite a weather poem, but a poem about seasons. In this case it is a parallel of the seasons of the year and the seasons of life. I am often still surprised that I'm already into my sixties, so autumn has caught me off guard. That being said, I still find fall to be one of the best times of year because you can still take advantage of elements of summer while enjoying new colors and cooler temperatures. Things seem to slow down. That's definitely true of life as well. So being caught off guard isn't necessarily a bad thing. The photograph is of a cottonwood tree in October on the Plaza in Santa Fe, New Mexico last fall.

 

Poem: August Prayer

August Prayer

 

Thank you, Lord, for this day,

A day in which I’ll have lots to say.

What, in your plan, needs to make it so hot?

Not gonna lie, I think it’s a lot of rot.

 

I know it’s not really my place

To complain of the heat in your grace,

But you even named Jacob

“Wrestles with God,” and hot it is, God.

 

But maybe that is part of your plan

Because in this heat I do sweat, man.

Not likely to get me wrestling well

When I’m slick as grease. Oh hell,

 

You make it just as hot as you please

And I’ll figure a way to cool a spot. Geeze.

I know you care for the sparrow that falls

And in this heat, you got a lot of gall

 

To make so many of those little ones fall

And my morning whining is just my call.

Thank you for September when it cools

And you don’t have to hear this whining fool.

 

August 2022

About This Poem

This is another weather poem, taking into account my faith background. It probably sounds offensive to some, but I think true faith questions God even about simple things. This is a, perhaps, flippant example of that. Faith doesn't always have to be serious and neither does poetry.

 

Poem: Something About the Bright Blue Sky

Something about the bright blue sky

makes you forget all the gray,

the rain and pain of aches.

Just view the dappled leaves

of greens, reds, and yellows

against that sapphire blue sky.

Who knew of the cold gray

that went into the making

of all that joy

shimmering back at me

in the pond?

 October 2021

 

About This Poem 

This is another weather poem. It's probably most influenced by the ideas of imagism. It provides an image and makes me think about myself, and the fact that I could ever be depressed.