The wood ducks, being tree ducks, like to perch on the patio railing
underneath the birdseed feeder. It's a daily thrill this time of year!
Those Summer Evenings
My father would, with a little squeak
and a shudder in the water pipes,
turn on the garden hose, and sprinkle
the honeysuckle bushes clipped
to window height, so that later,
as we slept atop out rumpled sheets
with windows open to the scritch
of crickets, whatever breeze
might flirt its way between
our house and the neighbors'
would brush across the honeysuckle,
sweet and wet, and keep us cool.
Splitting an Order, Copper Canyon Press, 2014, page 71.
In the long-ago times of childhood, weather memories were stored away. Your task: write about one. Find a word like "skritch". Study the sounds in this poem; it will be worth your time!