New York is set to enjoy a beautiful weather weekend, but is prone to suffering from hurricanes in the summer and fall/autumn. Now, the city has innovated lots of new ideas and designs to help cope with the destructive storms, and I’m delighted to say that all twelve reported by David Nield in an MSN article had elements of the greenYgrey elements in them.
New York Storm Protection
Hi, it’s Wolf Whitzer, intrepid satirical comedy newshound at the greenYgrey inspired by CNN legend Wolf Blitzer.
A lot of the grey in the images could of course be considered positive or negative, with the weather natural or destructive, and the concrete protective or destructive. Moreover, the yellow in the images isn’t usually in line with the yellow promotion in the greenYgrey trying to bring a bright new sunny image.
As there’s twelve images on the MSN site, I thought six of the best would be a suitable number to import into the greenYgrey world, because six is half of twelve. Here they are:
The seasons don’t fight against each other, or argue about allotted times, but that’s because they are human constructions, and don’t really exist; although they are useful in dividing the ‘year’ into different weather patterns. In reality, our planet is just circling the centre of our solar system, because the ‘sun’ is controlling us with gravity.
Hi, this is William Wolfsworth, poetry correspondent at the Greenygrey inspired by legendary Romantic poetWilliam Wordsworth. The second sentence of the introduction was about Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem, which was inspired by hot sunny weather in Blighty over the last few days. The first sentence was about Reflection 12 from his 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections book.
Here’s Reflection 12, followed by the newly imported from fmpoetryinto the Greenygrey world seasonal mirror poem. As with most of the topics, it is an observation and comment on universal human nature, not inspired by anybody in particular.
Those who feel hard done by
often seem to want to get even
not necessarily with whoever
caused their upset
but with anybody
who’ll balance the books
return their equilibrium
as they see it
for the unloved to feel love
for the bullied to feel powerful
for the unlucky to feel lucky
for the poor to feel rich
for the insane to feel sane.
Times they are a changin’… Although summer is holding on in Britain, and could even be roaring back later this week, the nights are drawing in, and nature seems to be readying itself for the annual change from summer to autumn (fall). Over the last few days I noticed the leaves rustling in the wind.
They’ve probably done it at other times in the summer, and maybe it’s more in my mind, but the trees seemed to be shaking themselves up for the big change. Here’s a Folding Mirror poem it inspired, imagining what summer and autumn are saying in their greeting:
Good Summer Season, Warmly Welcomes Autumn
summer meets autumn
after year apart
shaking windy branches
upturned leaves smile
under changeable skies
warm greeting over, time for disclosure
my best season
for many years
autumn changes mood
I worked overtime
winter was late
It is nearly August. While spring in the northern hemisphere feels like a time to restore sunshine levels, late summer feels like a time to store up for the winter. Here’s a Folding Mirror poem with that theme:
Preparing for Summer Departure, No Time for Laughter
Two days left of July
the sky seemed to cry.
August, the last summer month
does the sun think we’ve had enough.
September and October last
warm winds keep winter at bay.
our star doesn’t really leave, it’s our planet’s circling weave
It’s the south’s turn to face
Australasia and Africa tilt.
Our annual repetitive cycle space planetary gravity
365, and a quarter days.
Colourful leaves before snowy scenery
six months before next spring.
To celebrate, Marc Latham has written a new Folding Mirror poem covering the warm six months of the northern hemisphere’s 2012, when the book was finished and published.
In the poem, Marc keeps to the classic Folding Mirror form that has been maintained since 242, with not only the words in each half of the poem mirroring, but also the two halves of words in the middle line. The four seasons, and eight months of warmth, are also included, and more or less mirror. Here’s the poem:
Greeting Sunshine, Saying Goodbye
summer smiled in the springtime
June jumped the queue sublime
swapped places with March
without seeming to ask.
solar power was felt
enough for ice to melt
at times in April and May
whispering warmth was here to stay.
midsummer dawn, dusky latesummer
daylight decreased let sleeping dogs lie
Olympic spirit of August and July
rekindled fires of flaming idols
halcyon heats and finals.
eight months of calendar
crossed off means September
October fright light’s last flight
winter chills autumn at night.