Gray Days, Great Clouds, and Little Creatures

Poetry from a Chilly December

Winter weather has moved in and out and in again, bringing precipitation from major storm systems on the west coast. It’s been a chilly December so far, and rather gray and moist. But then the sun will peek out to remind me that I am still in the desert, his undoubted domain.

This first poem was written after days of rain in the lowlands and snow on th…