Friday, December 7, 2007


Here's a recent poem I wrote on the subject...

The Weather
Adult topic
of last resort,
it was not to be questioned
or moved by our actions

when I was knee high to the world
ravished by its largeness
untarnished by hubris.

Summer’s scorch on skin
that vast,
comforting indifference
of blue sky
beneath my feet
when Up I swung

The drumhum rain
on the tin roof
while sleeping snug or scared

this at least seemed certain,
Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer

Now everyone agrees-
too much exhalation
causes disruption

I read the thread of ice
worn thin
while my fridge still whirs
and out my window
the continuing unblinking blue

1 comment:

Ted said...

Hi Leah
Heavy little poem. There is magic in that vast indifference symbolized by the sky. We are observers of what's out there and what's in here.
Big hug...
Ted Pilger