Glitz and glamour sparkles
on bejewelled fingers and wrists,
flows down dresses in sequinned beauty
mere mimics of stars in the sky,
the froth of a waterfall and waves,
the glint of the sun on a still pond.
Whether manmade or of nature’s gifts,
glitz and glamour fades and disappears
yet returns when the moon polishes the lake, when rain glitters on leaves and flowers, when lightening flashes across the sky.
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
~ John Keats
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Ah, nature! So much beauty, but what’s on my mind these last few days is hurricane horror. The first one of this season, the first one ever to become a Cat 5 in the Atlantic this early in the season and left nothing intact in the Caribbean islands it rampaged across, Beryl was first expected to make land here in TX as a Cat 1, which didn’t sound so impressive, right at South Padre Island. Instead, after passing across the Yucatán Peninsula it changed direction more to the north, and missed us completely. We’re very thankful for that, though guilt-ridden at our good fortune seeing the havoc it has created even as a Catagory 1, in Houston. So between poring over the hurricane preparation info, trying to follow thru on it all, and even finally seeing Carlos rather wide-eyed at “the bullet we dodged” instead of being resistant to all my fussing, buying up, and sandbag collecting has made me rather terrified to think of a category 3or 4 approach. And all expectations point to a very busy season as the ocean temperature is much higher than norm for now. Climate change denial seems so empty.
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