i begged & pleaded
for rain but now bemoaning
winter mosquitoes
—Terri Guillemets
i begged & pleaded
for rain but now bemoaning
winter mosquitoes
—Terri Guillemets
November fourteenth
high: eighty-eight F degrees
that’s not Fahrenheit
—Terri Guillemets
dear gods of weather —
will it ever rain again
in bone-dry phoenix?
—Terri Guillemets
ninety-three degrees
november the sixth
summer-autumn in phoenix
—Terri Guillemets
october nineteenth
one hundred and three degrees
climate change is hoax
—Terri Guillemets
it is raining!
no, not water
from clouds
but dead leaves
from july trees
scorched by
a brutal heat
too sunburnt
to evergreen
falling, fallen
brittle brown
leafy teardrops
raining down
the dry warm
forlorn face of
mother earth
—Terri Guillemets
for the harsh heat wave
wet apologetic gift
from clouds to tree roots
—Terri Guillemets
princess lightning reigned
it was a dark and stormy
knight to fall in love
—Terri Guillemets
full moon monsoon clouds
glow pale light through windy trees
parched leaves shadow dance
—Terri Guillemets
watching birds splash in
morning-after rain puddles
cleanses my spirit
—Terri Guillemets
monsoon winds tell tales
lightning dances thunder sings
rain is main event
—Terri Guillemets
boom rustle tip tap
tippity clink rumble crack
whoosh whish shhh fade black
—Terri Guillemets
phoenix monsoon storm
haboob isn’t dirty word
it is dusty though
—Terri Guillemets