Snowstorm Stella

staring out the window
in the noontide of
a Winter snowstorm,
I watch the trees
whip back and forth,
losing a fight
against the wind

By Rebeca Perez

woman watching snow at window

Rebeca Perez author photoRebeca is a mother, wife, and poet. She loves being out in nature. In love with all things art-related, obsessed with birds and flowers. She loves to collaborate with other creatives and poets.

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Photo by Oleksandra Borsuk

Red Sky in Morning

Chill sunrise flares over wetlands,
vernal ponds,
jagged frame of dark cypress.

Silver linings blush pink.
Gold ignites far horizon.

Approaching storm front seethes,
spills charcoal clouds
against frosted sand dunes.

Icy wind shrieks inland from ocean.
Electricity charges surrounding air.
Spiraling hawks hang in technicolor sky.

Temperatures plummet.

By Jennifer Lagier

red sunlight on blue gray clouds

The author, Jennifer LagierJennifer Lagier has published ten books and in literary magazines. She taught with California Poets in the Schools, co-edits the Homestead Review, helps coordinate monthly Monterey Bay Poetry Consortium Second Sunday readings. Forthcoming books: Harbingers (Blue Light Press), Scene of the Crime (Evening Street Press), Camille Abroad (FutureCycle). Click here to visit her website. Photo by the author.

Photo by the author

Sitting in the Storm

Sitting in my little “backyard cabin” I am on the edge of my armchair. The door is open and the gumtrees are roaring as they are buffeted by the wind, waving their long outstretched limbs with gusto. Now and again there is a hush, then a Shhhh, then a bellow and I am on the edge of my seat again – hoping that the roots of the gumtrees will stay firmly in the ground and their limbs stay intact.

Birds are chirping and wind chimes tinkling.

I wonder how the possums cope on days like these. Are they swaying along with the trees in a deep slumber, oblivious to any danger? I hope the cradle doesn’t fall.

Mother nature is in charge, we are mere mortal servants who are sometimes rewarded, sometimes admonished – she is always there to remind us.