Category Archives: Poems About the Weather

Poems about the Weather

September 1st

September today. Summer lightly slips away Into morning fog Advertisements

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Reprint: The Perfect Summer Day in Maine

This is what I meant to reblog: The Perfect Summer Day in Maine I look at sunrise, all ablaze And then begin to smile. Today will be one of those days That make the snow worthwhile. Sol Clip Art from:Office.Microsoft.com. … Continue reading

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Spring

Another sunny day outdoors My neighbors working springtime chores On grass, fresh-sprouted, lovely green Most brilliant spring I’ve ever seen I hear the soft whine rise and fall O’er new-mown grass, familiar smell “Come springtime, come with quiet step Release … Continue reading

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A winter’s day

Morning chill, then midday sun, with crisp fresh air, now winter’s come. Frosty sidewalks, slippery now, snow-filled driveways await the plow. Hot water makes the teapot shrill; warms hands and feet and hearts until Sharp stars light up like glass, … Continue reading

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Morning routine

I’m up at six; the window’s dark, And damn, the house is really cold. I skip the shower, stay in those Red flannel jammies, soft and old. I sink into this luxury And curl up warm, right back in bed … Continue reading

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The Perfect Summer Day in Maine

The Perfect Summer Day in Maine I look at sunrise, all ablaze And then begin to smile. Today will be one of those days That make the snow worthwhile. The birds are very confident Their notes so sweetly curled Around … Continue reading

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Hot August Night

Hot and muggy, Sticky, buggy: August night, Mosquitos bite. Dry grass throughout. A summer drought. Perhaps iced tea Will comfort me. Hazy skies And apple pies. The day has fled, Now off to bed.

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