On the weather map
watching the storm slide
slowly down the Sierras,
a green right arm wraps
around San Jose,
counterclockwise,
headed toward this warm
midsection, and I wonder:
with an upper cut of cold?
—wet inch down already,
as if the gods are on a mission
to treat us squarely—
as if there is a plan
to anything,
or just random rolls
we learn to adjust to
moment after moment
never seen before!
drycrikjournal 
Great one, John. Have a very Merry Christmas!
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OOps, I went looking for a proper card for you and didn’t do it right, how about this?
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They both work well. Thank you, Merry Christmas, may Peace on Earth be more than words.
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Good one, John!
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Hauntingly beautiful picture; hauntingly beautiful lines of verse . . . Blessings in this Holy Season . . .
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Thank you, Peter. Almost 2″ of rain in the past 20 hours, nice and slow, no real runoff, soaking into the ground… each drop a blessing.
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great pic and poem
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Thanks, Maureen. I couldn’t decide which picture I liked the best, yesterday’s or today’s. This one, with a minor leap, fits the poem, I hope. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
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I struggle with fitting words and pictures together as well Blessings to you and yours for Christmas
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I just love hearing about the rain…and of course, reading your poem and seeing the picture. Pretend I just sent you a Christmas card from Leanin’ Tree. 🙂
janet
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Thanks! Merry Christmas!
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What a great Christmas gift — rain.
Merry Christmas to you & all your folk.
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Yes, a gift indeed! Merry Christmas and a Peaceful New Year!
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Wonderful words to accompany a great photo. Thanks.
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Thank you!
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