Sunday, October 28, 2012

Forecast (Poem)

Hurricane Sandy, National Hurricane Center, NOAA


Who's prepared to stare down Sandy,
her Cyclopean nerve center manned

by an angry eye grown large enough
to take in some eight hundred miles

stretching from the Atlantic inland
to the Great Lakes. Who can be blind

to her unpredicable ways, the power
she's gaining by aligning her forces

with a nor'easter and that cold front,
too. She's not likely to change a course

that's been plotted for the perfect storm.
Whose trick's the worst when high tides

rise with full moon this Halloween Eve.
This monster's assuring us nothing

not anchored will stay hunkered down.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas

Two other weather-related poems: July Storm and Weathering It.


Anonymous said...

Hold on to your hat

SimplyDarlene said...

been thinking about all of you on the easterly side of things.


S. Etole said...

Trust all will go well for you.

Louise Gallagher said...

Be safe my friend.

Thinking of you as the storm blows hard in your direction.

Laura said...

We are hunkered down here :). Might have to cancel trick-or-treat because of this monster! Stay safe and dry, Maureen.