The south east wind blows cold, flattening long grasses
til their heads bow low
obedient to the whim of this bossy wind.
Brown eyed Susans stand bright and tall, cheerily defiant in these late summer days.
Tree branches wave and bob restlessly in jazz time and tune to this gutsy weather.
Fat rain drops, refrigerated by snowy mountain tops,
are flung helter-skelter onto patient Mother Earth,
into gullied curbs, container gardens and questionably brave umbrellas.
Fall edges closer but is still days away.
Today already feels as though this hilarious
west coast winter is impatient to race in and take over.
“Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.”
~ Mark Twain
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