Saturday, June 4, 2011

Mother Nature

Just when I think
I have it under control
My tasks
Manageable
Predictable
80 mile-per-hour winds
Blow through the world
And fill my yard
My pool
My life
With leaves

I sigh
Wait for the rain
To stop
Pick up my broom
And rake
And net
With heavy heart
And wonder what I did
To tick off
Mother Nature.

7 comments:

  1. Honey she ain't your mom, she's best depicted in the tale of Cinderella. The wicked step mom.

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  2. Could you please ask her kindly to come vent down here? Or tell me how to tick her off? We're at day 100+ without significant rainfall. Mother Nature is visiting us with wildfires. You haven't lived until you've driven down a highway and watched little brush fires pop up right beside the road.

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  3. That sucks... but it could be worse.

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  4. Loved the ending, after the description, serious, then made me laugh - clever.

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  5. Walking Man, I see her more as my wicked REAL mother... she brought me into this world, and she can take me out whenever she wants. Mostly, though, she's nice to me (though a bit hot and steamy this time of year).

    I wish I could tell her what to do. We had more rains yesterday, but that was mainly because we're now in the South's summer pattern: 95+ degrees with 95% humidity. Something's gotta give when that happens, and that means afternoon storms. They lower the temp into the 80's, but then the humidity is ghastly. Sauna. I should lay out and give my skin some much needed moisturizing.

    You're right, Jeff. A little mole got it far worse yesterday. I found it in my pool's leaf trap. Poor little thing.

    Thanks, Carole! I've really enjoyed your posts lately, too!

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  6. Great poem! So much for manageable and predictable, huh?

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  7. oh isn't it always the way! Excellent...

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