jude, the gulls are seldom wrong, the weatherman, routinely - a fallen angel, or an angel fallen? - among the sordid mix of humanity, some seeking, some who could give a damn, and then the great majority, in between - weathering the variations of weathered variations me thinks - I like the analogy, yet more, I am taken by the philosophy that examines the truth of it -- I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael

Jude,
To know you are safe is a blessing.
Weather of the birds flight of nature
is exceptional. An angel among us.

Lady Mary Ann

seagulls never lie...
sending you very best wishes & hoping
you and yours are safe in Sandy's wake..
carolyn

whether man may prognosticate or truth will prevail, the wanton winds will have their say... and days dance by with their iron knees bent to do their double duty, singing minutes down, to weld us to this town... to flood us like memory... to mold us like clay pigeons raised up to be shot down... to be raised up like a night storm in a gown come to lull you to yesterday once more on your shoulder... there to knock off, there to displace, there to remember, there to erase... and all of the cell phones and all of the tweets couldn't put all the clay together again... It's not whether, man. The pigeons say it all... (I'm just claying)...

Always at variance with the immediate ferocity of reality, Kartero; wingless angels and wounded birds may be grounded but are still blessed with that higher-view insight and able to perceive the in-winging truth as delivered by those (gulls) that are still able to fly, bringing with them the otherwise un(fore)seen but latent portents which our "normal" human behaviour, jolted out of its endless tedious re-runs by some circumstantial curved ball, is STILL totally blind to. I think of a tiny, white feather that arrived in your city amid one of the most horrendous snow blizzards in 2006 (was it?) and know that you will stay safe. Nutjobs or Norms... I know which I would choose to listen to in your situation... but then, yes, I talk to the birds, too... !! :)) Keep your balance and find your higher ground, Amigo. Hurry-Kane Kate xx

Side by side life's variations
coinciding with weather conditions

Lady Vivian

Living in the city must behard . I'm not sure how congested it is wheer you live. Concrete jungles can get one down, but seal gulls give wing to freedom...M

I like that “Nut job” variations in the tedious streets. Apparently you can read the seagulls and find out when you have to flee the “perfect storm” or not. Stay safe and don't lose your electricity.

Ron

We can all soar if we so desire
never let others wound your wings
An excellent prose of what mankind
itself can bring upon us and what
we our-self can do...

But, I can see you rely on mother
nature as well and this is quite
good... she knows before we do

Love and Light
Lily

Hey Jude,
It is so good to have your energy back in the den. I have missed these deeply moving poems and the challenge to let your words move me and affect me.
This is one of those poems, that I know has much deeper meaning than meets the eye.
Keep flying above the weather dear man, it is a much safer pathway.
Much peace, light and love,
Amber

So true. When the storms hit the sea, the seagulls fly inland to where I live. So I know the sea must be bloody awful, for the birds to come to Crawley.

Within, there are many metaphors. However, i so love the lines.

Crikey' such a read. Thinking........still.

Hawks and doves, mate, predators and prey, the streets are full of fear and leery souls. Humor and caution are good traveling companions on the road. Smile at those hawks - they're thinkin' dark thoughts, too!

I am not sure that you are "talking" about the same storm that your readers below are alluding to. I know I am not. But think I can relate to this meaningful poetic sharing and I thank you, Jude; even if you are really just writing about the coming storm. Love and peace,

Regis

PS: I miss your thoughts on my rather rare "stuff" posted here. ☺

It is time to just hunker down. There is time to prepare as much as possible with camp stoves, lanterns, blankets, panchos, stable food stuffs, water, battery radio and extra batteries, flashlights a couple coolers filled with ice for things in the fridge if you lose power and a few good books. I come from earthquake land where there is never any warning so being prepared is an every day plan. I hope nature is kind to you, Jude, I am always amazed by her power and how there really are things we have absolutely no control over.

Take care,
Sherry

only the winds know for sure, only they ever have
budd

Great poem ... Be safe ...

Yep. Weathermen/women/whatever have a tendency to get it so wrong much of the time. Still, this one looks like a possibility, so keep an eye on the gulls, buddy . . .

When will they bring back my mind?

Mor