GOOD BAD WEATHER

Posted on February 16, 2019 by | 4 Comments

 

 

Dry cordwood stacked, I crave
unpredictable clouds of change,
the cold and ice, the hail and rain

and the look of snow-capped green,
black cattle grazing an angry gray—
fancy whiskey in a glass with you

inside, woodstove sucking air to flame.
No matter what the pundits say,
it doesn’t change a thing.

 

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4 responses to “GOOD BAD WEATHER”

  1. Sophie | February 16, 2019 at 9:33 am | Reply

    And there is no other life like it, John! We are so fortunate to live where we do!

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  2. Myth*. | February 16, 2019 at 10:03 am | Reply

    Wow! Did you capture that beauty over the ridge!? Beautiful! I have a few shots of an upside down rainbow after a snowfall the day before! Your poetry definitely defines your life style. Very nice! Blessed!

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  3. Laurie | February 17, 2019 at 3:54 pm | Reply

    A rainbow like a magic wand setting the hills alight. Looks as if there’s a faint double, too. Great shot.

    Like

  4. allentimphotos2 | February 17, 2019 at 9:52 pm | Reply

    Lovely image and poem. Thank you John.

    Like

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