Those Weathermen
The sun is like an eggy wobble,
between the blown clouds, and
I’ve lost my trust in weather lore,
trials by sunrise colour, and those
wise men, anointed, appointed
weathermen, tapping away with
their clicky sticks on charts and
poking into spring’s sharp peep.
We still remain in winter’s hug.
©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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5 responses to “19.03.22: Those Weathermen”
I like the eggy wobble os the sun. That’s how I like my eggs, sunny side up. 🙂
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As long as they’re fresh, otherwise the yolks are too flat. 🤣
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And that is no yolk!
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Yes. Like hobbo love the eggy wobble. And the poking into springs sharp peep. The inconsiderate seasons not sticking to calendars, eh? I guess we should expect oddity. Trouble is the anointed appointed weathermen don’t look now which oddity to expect first.
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I spoke too soon. We’re basking in sunshine, and it’s 17°c. 😂 But I must say that weather’s becoming so unpredictable!
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