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not like it used to be
snow up to ten inches
in Florida
below freezing but no rain
or snow in western Oregon
bright sunlight sparkling
off Cascade peaks
was weather ever “normal”
or is every season “not
like it used to be when
I was a kid”?
moment of glory
moment of glory
tiny jagged rock
seldom naked above the surf
sporadically catches the edge
of a pounding wave
heaving spray as a glistening
ten-foot, momentary tower
Lincoln City
and she can get crankier
chill morning, un-summerlike
odd weather for mid-June
in a year of unexpected heat
too early in the season
as though Grandma Nature
were getting cranky in her old age