The Weather’s Fine

by Leslie Shalduha

I’d like to say the weather’s fine

But in my heart, I know I’d be lyin’

I’ve come to Happy Camp, my heart’s desire

To pursue my dreams of writing afire

Turned up the heat

Pulled up a seat

Searched deep in my mind

Hoping to find

A memory of something I almost recall

Whilst I look out upon the squall

Wind and rain, mist and fog

Soaking it up, just me and the dog

Fingers flying over the keyboard

While far away my daughter lives on a fjord

Think of her, in the far far North

As I sip hot tea on the wraparound porch

The dog frets and worries, pacing to and fro

What in tarnation, unsure if the wind is friend or foe.

Watching the waves, rolling, rolling

Thunderous, it resonates in my soul