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Leaden Sky

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Outside my window, bare branches stretch
upward toward a deepening gray sky.
Daylight is only a suggestion, not fact.

The sun has been kidnapped, to be held
captive in an undisclosed location until
the clouds have their way and leave town.

I am in my bed, with my head elevated,
working and browsing on my computer
dictating and using voice commands.

Mom returns through the front door,
carrying today’s mail, steps into my room,
and I put the voice software “to sleep.”

“The sky is right and I feel it in the air;
if you were able to get out of that bed,
and could go outside, I’m sure you’d agree.

“Everything outside tells me one thing;
it may not be in the television forecast,
but we’ll get snow before this day’s over.”

About twenty minutes later, out my window,
snowflakes start and quickly accumulate.
I smile; Weather Mom has nailed it again.

6 replies on “Leaden Sky”

H Michael

I think sometimes we just know what the weather will be by inituition, experience and what we feel in our bones. Your mom was right on target and here there is the subtle juxtaposition of a scientific instrument with the P C on your lap and the innate wisdom/feeling the human mind/body. A wonderful poem and one I can relate to. My own grandmother knew about the weather and other things from her own common sense and raw wisdom. She could look at different creatures or plants in nature and tell you things the weathermen and experts would never think of or believe in. I , myself, am a deep believer in folk wisdom, remedies and knowledge. Thanks for sharing this one; I could relate. And the picture was a perfect match.

My best,
wendy

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Thank you Wendy. We have a Cherokee woman in our family tree a few generations back on my mom’s side, and she credits that ancestry for her ability to feel the weather. If so, I think I am missing the gene(s) which make it possible. In any case, she has always been able to do it.

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Thank you Sarah. The only thing like that which I could ever lay claim was what I called “Barometric Sinuses”. Back in my late teens and early 20s, I always knew when it was going to rain approximately two days before it happened.

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