Weather Woman (Poetry)

I take it everywhere I go —
an entourage of rain, hail, sleet...
my own designer cloud
toning puddles round my feet

Unsettled weather fronts collect
and hang like gauzy scarves
it’s an aura that attracts
beaded rows of isobars

and the perfume of the gale
is a gusty autumn musk
purple streaks the trailing sky
in the cocktail hour dusk

silver crackles, charms the light
storms proclaim me — I am come
like some harbinger of old
elemental — ruled by sun

and gilded in my turn
bronzed in passing as a leaf
draped in snow and corseted
in the blizzard’s heartless sheath

the brown hurricane my cloak
swirls immeasurable folds
as it drags and snags the hills —
rips their tweedy green-grey cold

season’s fashion is old hat
now it’s anything that goes —
moon’s blue-tinted veil wears thin
reveals the wind-blown rose

all edges raw and hems unstitched
earth fabric stretches, frays
threads of colour knot and weave
the temperature of days

in random patterns — nothing set
no dress code so I wear
a layered wardrobe — versatile
and chance it — bad or fair.