Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Friday, November 16, 2012
Life's Autumn
Life’s Autumn
James M M Baldwin
Silver sunlit rays traverse a lavender sky
A fragile hand clings to life
Purple clouds trimmed in gold hide a setting sun
Hope remains amid enthusiastic prayer
Copper hues dapple autumn leaves
Disease enforces its penalty
Birds speckle the sky departing for southern lands
Loved ones visit but return whence they came
A season ends
Death claims its prize
A distant star lights the dark
A wandering soul finds an eternal home
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Rain on a Tin
Rain on a Tin Can
James M M Baldwin
Some scoff at my empty cans
"They're an eyesore"
"They're garbage"
"They're ugly"
Some complain about the rain
It'll drench my clothes
It'll ruin my new shoes
I just washed my car
The rain brings my empty cans to life
A gentle pinging lullaby
A distant rumble adds the bass
The rhythm slows and rises with the storm
Sunday, July 22, 2012
WOW! It's hot out!
Wow, it's hot out!
James M M Baldwin
The Thermostat shows a rising thermometer
Heavy wet air, an increasing barometer
Summer sun shines hot as a blaze
Distant hills hidden in humidity's haze
Oppressive, muggy, blistering heat wave
A scorcher, sweltering, sultry dog days
Firecrackers on the Fourth of July
Hot from the oven spiced apple pie
Egg on a sidewalk without a fryer
Out of the pan and into the fire
An Indian dish with too much curry
A Mexican feast consumed in a hurry
A breakfast of hot red chili peppers
August Fifteenth in a turtle neck sweater
Tongue on fire, five alarm Barbecue
Lips blistered, steaming hot cup of brew
Singed seared smoked stewed steamed simmered and broiled
Fat-fried braised poached grilled baked blackened and boiled
Hot summer night around a campfire
Hot dog on a stick as black as a tire
Death Valley Sahara Mojave desert
Stuck without shade in a black tie and dress shirt
Feline paws on a hot metal roof
A camel with humps, hot sand under hoof
Get out of the kitchen, can't stand the heat
The pressure is on; you’re in the hot seat
A discussion becomes a heated exchange
In the heat of the moment, a hot tempered Rage
One-hundred four, a dreadful fever
Burning words from the master deceiver
Hades bell rings the toll of death knell
Your soul has the chance of a snowball in hell
Heatstroke is threat’ning, but don’t be afraid
Thank God for air conditioning and ice cold lemonade
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