• lenten journal: weather

    by  • February 23, 2016 • grief, lenten journal, poetry • 5 Comments

    weather report

    yes, there’s a certain sadness
    in the tears of a late night rain,
    the showers of memories, now
    caught in tiny sidewalk ponds—
    and I’m stepping around them,
    wishing you would call to say
    you saw the storm on the news,
    them ask about the weather
    as if our lives depended on it.
    four or five storms have come
    and gone since you quit calling,
    and I have no one to tell how
    the big flakes failed to freeze,
    or the big storm never came,
    and I’m walking to my car . . .
    yes, there’s a certain sadness—
    call it the weather of my heart:
    an empty wind on a rainy night
    trusting that spring will come.



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    5 Responses to lenten journal: weather

    1. Deb Ruotolo
      February 23, 2016 at 11:42 pm

      My mom and Dad are in their 80s and call always about the weather. Thank you for reminding me to hold previous those calls.

    2. Martha Twaddell
      February 24, 2016 at 8:31 am


    3. Bob Duncan
      February 24, 2016 at 10:22 am

      A poignant reflection. Thanks. Bob Duncan

    4. February 24, 2016 at 11:28 am

      I used to laugh at weather conversations/questions but have come to realize they are a part of the fabric of communication…in urban areas and rural/farming areas. Thanks for your insight as well.

    5. February 24, 2016 at 10:24 pm

      I like that you’re trusting that spring will come. During the winter that we lost LAG, I dreaded spring’s arrival, as I couldn’t imagine feeling the hope of that season. But when spring arrived, I found myself smiling as the flowers bloomed. I saw her smile in every one.

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