(believe it or not, for J K Rowling)
Suddenly the steam from
The coffee rises in an eldritch way
Because the cup is now a cauldron and
The liquid is the matter of a
Not the dangerous kind
The easy, adolescent kind that only
Causes sit-com harm,
The kind that must be resolved in
And hadn’t hurt that much, to begin with
But rain is coming on
Humidity is high
There is wind high in the trees
The branches dance to universal motion
And I wonder who
Casts such a summer day
C L Couch
I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that.
I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.)
I am a career educator, semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA).
The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at
Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher
June 28, 2018 at 1:28 am
That’s a beautiful poem, Christopher! Even if the weather might be a mess. 😀
June 28, 2018 at 1:40 am
Thank you! I laughed when I read your comment. It’s as charming as it is observant. Yeah, the weather here’ s a mess. In the seventies (and cooler) and dry before, now low to high nineties with humidity and rain on the way. And then traipsing back and forth. It’s a vicarious pleasure to read how evener your clime seems.
June 28, 2018 at 4:20 am
I can’t remember the last time I saw rain.
June 28, 2018 at 5:49 pm
Good to hear from you! Well, I guess it rained here last night, though I neither saw nor heard it. It’s been sneaking in!