#meteorology
between the frigid waves of breeze, fuelling my weather kite,
I gazed, far and high, up at the distant depths of a height,
and I saw it, engulfing the sky's starry-showered light,
a nimbus, growing out from a numb november night,
sure the winds up there, are in a warring state of fight,
and earth, trembles, with descent of many, a trailing light,
as if the skies were torn apart, by an Asgardian's flight,
to leave a thunderous echo after a lightning in sight.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
storm rages without,
woman rages within.
no meteorologist,
no man,
could have seen it coming,
blind to the greying clouds,
senseless to the burning-wire scent
of building fury.
it seems all blue-sky beauty,
a bearing akin
to cumulous tufts of vapour.
she is sunny and bright,
until fluffy clouds are ripped open
with shouting thunder and lightning strikes.
then man-meteorologist
is blind to the storm
no more.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
gonzo machines
blow snow
and leaves
but the
wind also
carries their
load but
wedge the
road there
as ice
melts but
salt exposes
that collects
like dust
to stack
this side
of tarmac
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC