Wind is down. Temperature is up. Cloud cover is back. I’m sitting, looking out the window, grateful the house feels warmer, and fantasizing about spring ephemerals and fly fishing. I’m also wondering how many times this year spring will come, and go. Beginning tomorrow and for the rest of the month, daytime highs are forecast to reach above freezing. What do we call a January thaw that runs into February?
thaw-freeze cycles = icicles
Photo by J. Harrington
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I doubt we’ve seen the end of winter, even with an extended thaw. We’ll probably get a seesaw pattern of cold and snow, melting, cold and snow, melting, lasting through April, maybe into May, despite NOAA’s seasonal outlook of "leaning above" temperatures and equal chances of above or below normal precipitation.
Personally, I’m on either a seesaw or a rollercoaster between looking forward to seasonal change milestones, such as arriving waterfowl, and anticipating what aberrant weather / climactic pattern will develop next. At least there’s a stack of books to read and a supply of coffee for drinking if we have to deal with weather extremes. For now, I plan on starting longer walks with the dogs as long as the temperatures stay above freezing. At least one of the three of us really needs the exercise.
Ephemeral Stream
This is the way water thinks about the desert. The way the thought of water gives you something to stumble on. A ghost river. A sentence trailing off toward lower ground. A finger pointing at the rest of the show. I wanted to read it. I wanted to write a poem and call it "Ephemeral Stream" because you made of this imaginary creek a hole so deep it looked like a green eye taking in the storm, a poem interrupted by forgiveness. It's not over yet. A dream can spend all night fighting off the morning. Let me start again. A stream may be a branch or a beck, a crick or kill or lick, a syke, a runnel. It pours through a corridor. The door is open. The keys are on the dashboard.
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