Monday, November 30, 2015

Can't Control the Weather

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
~Alice Hoffman

Fairground Saints:

Hat tip: my firstborn


Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

If today is National Weather Day, I missed the memo. Look what arrived in my inbox today from Ted Kooser (American Life in Poetry newsletter):

"I’m well into my seventies, and I warm to simple, peaceful scenes. Here’s a fine love poem by Patricia Traxler, a Kansas poet, whose newest book, Naming the Fires, will be out in early 2016."

Weather Man

When it snows, he stands
at the back door or wanders
around the house to each
window in turn and
watches the weather
like a lover. O farm boy,
I waited years
for you to look at me
that way. Now we’re old
enough to stop waiting
for random looks or touches
or words, so I find myself
watching you watching
the weather, and we wait
together to discover
whatever the sky might bring.

Tabatha said...


HWY said...

Great song...and fun to watch them perform.

(Though I did keep looking for the trumpet players. ;-)