Poems About: WEATHER

In this page, poems on / about “weather” are listed.

  • 337.
    Four Seasons In One Day

    Yesterday it was twenty degrees or so
    And this morning it feels cold enough to snow
    But Melbourne weather known to be that way
    The place you get four Seasons in one day. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 338.
    A Cold Winter's Day

    The weather cold and overcast in the middle of July
    And cold jack frost blows with his chilly breath across the Winter sky
    And in Kyneton, Trentham and Daylesford they have had a fall of snow
    And the temperatures at zero and the weather glass is low read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 339.
    An Ordinary Summer Evening

    On a temperate summer evening
    am walking lonely under the vast horizon.
    Hither and thither patches of clouds,
    creating shapes like dwarfs and elves. read more »

    gul naz
  • 340.
    A Doggerel Day

    The raindrops on the rooftop pitter patter
    And the wind the leaves on the verandah scatter
    On this wild and wet January sunday in the Summer
    The type of day the Aussies call a 'bummer' read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 341.
    An April Day Near Mushera

    Old March is still in April and the wind blows a cool chill
    Across the windswept bracken of ancient Mushera hill
    And the fields by Aubane river wet where the floods have been
    But this countryside looks beautiful in all it's shades of green. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 342.
    The Weather Man

    Winter, spring, summer or fall
    It’s the Weather Man’s call.

    Common complaints: read more »

    mary carter
  • 343.
    Changing Weather

    It was so bright and sunny today morning,
    But I took my time read more »

    Sadia Arman
  • 344.
    In Wintry Weather

    Dear, in wintry weather,
    How close we crept together!
    The storms, with all their thunder,
    Could not our fond hands sunder. read more »

    Dora Sigerson Shorter
  • 345.
    Moaning about the Weather

    The sky above is grim and grey;
    They say that snow is on its way
    But first, the frost will kill the flowers
    And rain will pour for hours and hours read more »

    C Richard Miles
  • 346.
    A Recently Found Lost Piece

    The days between Saturdays
    are too many and too long.
    I cherish my Saturdays and Sundays,
    but they seem to fly by too soon. read more »

    bob barci
  • 347.
    Weathergirl

    Go, now, to module six.
    First, the real weather. Storms, wakes,

    eventual clearing, people read more »

    robert dickerson
  • 348.
    Local on The 8's

    Local on the 8’s
    Weather for Trenton metro area read more »

    Greg Miele
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