February 20, 2018, Prescott-
The snow came down, fitfully,
more than our precipitation shadow
usually sees,
and somehow, the creek,
near a natural foods cafe
that I frequent,
was rushing,
just enough to generate excitement.
I’ve been in situations
like this, many times.
A handful of raindrops
wet the pavement
in a dust bowl town,
and the community
celebrates.
A fishing town,
in the Northwest,
has five straight
days of sunshine,
and the tanning booths
empty out.
Most clearly,
I remember January thaws,
when several of us were out
in t-shirts and shorts,
at the first 50-degree moment.
This is central Arizona,though,
and the sun had burned off
the clouds, by 3 P.M.
Business as usual
cannot be put off,
more than a few hours.
That was a good poem.
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Thank you, Angy!
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delightful poem, thanks
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You are welcome, Eddie!
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I hate to say it … I’d take the snow over the rain! We are floating as the snow has all melted and the rain has been coming down for 2 days. I’m thinking I may need an ark!
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It’s certainly an odd time of year for rain, up there!
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Lovely poem! Followed you immediately after reading “A Sagittarian Seeker”! ❤ Sags rule ❤
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Welcome aboard!
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It rained late this afternoon and I could smell the rain at work. It was delightful! Made me think that spring will soon be here.
Lovely poem!
Peace,
Marc
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I am sure it will. Live well and long.
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Haha! Love this poem! Well done! Xx
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Thanks so much, Tammy!
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You’re welcome much! Hehe!
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