I peeked at the clock — it was six thirty-two,
the wind was at a simmer,
excited, I threw back the covers,
thinking of all the things I would do,
while the “window rattler” blew through.
I loved the catchy phrase as soon as I heard it,
Dave Curren, a weatherman on News 12, New Jersey the night before,
But, right now, all I wanted was for Mr. Coffee to brew,
up some sweet black gold.
Eight thirty-two after I had finished my second cup,
the windows still hadn’t made a peep,
I clicked on News 12 New Jersey,
caught the tail end of weatherman James Gregorio.
The satellite radar showed,
it had indeed blown through while I slept,
to my dismay,
pictures of damage it had done around the state,
I clicked it off and got on with my day.
sun shining bright,
blue sky, pretty clouds,
roads drying out,
trees swaying to winds,
between simmer and full boil,
perfect for flying a kite.
— Edith McGowan
Edith McGowan, a West Windsor resident, is a member of Delaware Valley Poets, New Jersey Poetry Society, Poetry Circle, Cover 2 Cover Book Club, Mystery Lover’s Book Club, and Twin Rivers Writer’s Group. She is in the process of writing her first murder mystery novel.