Wednesday, April 30, 2008

April 30, 2008

Fires from the north, the east, from everywhere. Fires are part of our summertime climate as much as the temperature, the sun rays, the wind, and the smell of honesuckle. And now a found words weather poem:

Color library forcasting
Polar disasters
The thin envelope of air
Where droughts often occur
Prevailing winds meet up
With the Earths rotation in
A kind of frost called rime
Cushioned to stop them
sinking into loose sand.

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