The Passionate Meteorologist

I. THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY

Now is the Low in the west moving from Northern Dakota
Slowly to Southern Ontario, slightly increasing in density;
Noting a falling barometer, sadly, my love, I prognosticate
Local disturbances.
Wandering Lows over Texas linger uncertainly, presaging
Rains in the median valleys, spreading perchance to the seaboard,
Bearing to Sandy Hook, and down to the Capes of the Delaware,
Precipitation.
Would that the centre might retrograde, curving again to Nebraska,
Clearing thy skies in the east — but mark how the cumuli congregate!
Pardon, Beloved, a third consecutive dank and detestable
Holiday week-end!

II. FLY NOT YET

The crest of the eastern High
Has swerved again to the north,
And hurricanes hurtling nigh
The crest of the eastern High
Will harry the fleets that fly —
Beloved, ah fare not forth!
The crest of the eastern High
Has swerved again to the north!
CORINNE ROCKWELL SWAIN