It always amazes me how impacted I am by the weather.
Give me a string of grey rainy days and I just want
To curl up in bed with a stack of books
until the sun breaks through the clouds again.
(I've read the Stieg Larsson trilogy and Finding Nouf,
but the others await.)
This morning, I woke to find frost on the grass
and brilliant blue skies.
A lot of leaves are still holding on despite a windy night
a couple of days ago, so there’s a glut of color.
I’m bursting with energy, but it won’t last.
The weather forecasters even mentioned
the dreaded S word last night.
So Snow, if you're listening,
flurry away in the Cascades and Olympics.
but if you have to visit us in the lowlands,
could you please be polite and fall only on the grass.