Micro Meteorology

A Poem by Richard D. Hartwell

The day heats up slowly,
molecule by molecule hot
air rises towards cumulous.

Cold air slips into the void.

Wind chimes tremble with
the music of the weather witch
casting spells over the garden.

Syncopated rhythms backbeat
the hush of trees, songs of birds,
and decanted exhalations of life.

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