Weather Poem 4

Shall I say...

asheville weather workers clouds

 
Shall I say
‘like’ or ‘as’
to enlighten your imagination
to the fabulous imagery
of the thunderhead looming over the
Swannanoa Valley as its depths lit
sweet peach, squirrelly salmon, slaty rose
when the sunset left the land and sailed miles high
How can I speak of the thunder as the
mountains and clouds electrically mated
with orgasms of lightning wrapped in the
veils with only the sounds demanding
attention while here on middle earth
between the drama above and the soil below
the cicadas hum their evensong
the ants consider calling it a day
and going home for a beer 
and we watch with our own
body electric singing harmony
with the hickory tossed leaves
glowing a deeper green

 

 

andy weatherly asheville weather workersBy Asheville weather worker Andy Weatherly, who has had several of his poems published in national journals.
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Weather Poem 3

Weather Poem

It is a strangeness how a little rain
can turn autumn woods from lovely to magnificent
sandy grass glassing to translucent
baby green oak trees grow on you
beeched yellow yearns deep to turn ultraviolet
sourwood salmon swim in bloody seas
and maples flame to their hearts’ content
dripping clear serum
It’s not just dirt washed away
but a new lens added to see that water runs our veins
even as leaves die
and trickle away

 by Asheville weather worker Andy Weatherly, who has had several of his poems published in national journals.

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Weather Poem 1

Weather Poem

Asheville weather worker Andy Weatherly has published some of his striking poems in national journals. Enjoy!

 
rain tinkles on tarp overhead
and feeding the fire
not in challenge or anger
but feeding the night
even as the rain rocks it to sleep

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Asheville weatherworker Andy Weatherly
Asheville weatherworker Andy Weatherly, at our sacred mountain in Mexico during our spring ceremonies. 

Weather Poem 2

Weather Poem

The clouds are calling
pinking my attention
slating for my ticket to ride
roiling along closing reaching stretching
a column of vapor for me to ascend
greet the clans
pay homage to the sacred peaks in their company
and light the sunset
into new imaginations
But the bear trailing my scent of
chocolate is intrigued curious hungry
politely requesting me to pay my toll
for my sojourn in his woods
to honor the treaties we wrote
in the time before time
So honoring the sovereignty of my body
and the gravity of the black bear
I surrender
and return home

 by Asheville weather worker Andy Weatherly, who has had several of his poems published in national journals.

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