June Forecast XXVIII
Inspired by Maggie Smith’s first line in her poem Goldenrod, “I’m no botanist.”
I’m no meteorologist— if there’s a cloud overhead—
wispy, dense, puffy— it means rain. If I walk
outside and my glasses fog up, it’s high humidity,
and I’m meant to stay inside. I wake to happiness
or sorrow or numbness or upheaval—
sometimes more than one in a single day.
Especially here in Kentucky, every day
waking and wondering what’s to come.
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love the start: “I’m no meteorologist”…
and the yes to: “my glasses fog up, it’s high humidity,'”
I like the connection between the weather and moods that you express. (My grandson is figuring things out for himself and thinks it’s going to rain every time the sun goes behind a cloud!)
I agree with Nancy! The movement from the everchanging weather to your internal changes is really effecting and leaves us wondering what is to come, too.
This is lovely.
It reminds me of the “weather rock” thing. Have you ever seen it. It’s just a plain old rock and comes with a tag that says, “Weather Rock. Set it outside. If it is wet, it’s raining. If it isn’t wet, it’s not raining.) LoL
I wake to happiness
or sorrow or numbness or upheaval—
sometimes more than one in a single day.
Lordy! Rain painis real. Our bodies respond to the shift in barometric pressure.
Thank you for your thoughts on this.