Poetry Friday: Weather Poems

Christopher RobinToday is World Meteorological Day, so I decided to post weather poems. The weather outside my window is rainy and gloomy, so it seemed natural to post a rain poem. Except that I don’t like rain. I like snow and sunshine. So I decided to not post about rain and share these poems about snow and summer sun instead!

by Walter de la Mere

No breath of wind,
No gleam of sun-
Still the white snow
Whirls softly down-
Twig and bough
And blade and thorn
All in an icy
Quiet, forlorn.
Whispering, rustling,
Through the air,
On sill and stone,
Roof – everywhere,
It heaps its powdery
Crystal flakes,
Of every tree
A mountain makes;
Till pale and faint
At shut of day,
Stoops from the West
One wintry ray.
And, feathered in fire,
Where ghosts the moon,
A robin shrills
His lonely tune.

Summer Sun
by Robert Louis Stevenson

Great in the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More think than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles,
Into the laddered hayloft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.

I hope that whatever the weather you have today it’s the type of weather you enjoy!

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