People of old, before high tech, used to gaze up at the sky
And read the portents written there, way, way, way up high.
I went out one day last month and stood and sniffed the air,
Saying 'That's a very cold, windy sky that I see up there!'
And, sure enough, the very next day the wind began to blow,
And the air was thin and icy as though it were going to snow!
Of course, it never snows here, but it does up in the hills
And then we feel the aftermath which is bleak and full of chills.
So maybe I'm a mystic, whose words are always truth!
I'll curl up by the fire, I think, and practice saying sooth!
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23 comments:
Beautiful composition and silhouettes.
Great job with your poem. It's so hard to use rhyme effectively but you succeeded!
Great poem! It's so hard to use rhyme effectively but you succeeded!
I think on Monday there was snow around Canberra I think it was?
Nice to visit your blog.
Beautifully crafted poetic rhymes for a framed sky.
Got a wonderful feel visiting you blog. Have a good SWF weekend.
Oh yes, that is a sky with freezing portents. Very relevant poetry.
Beautiful
I love the swirling clouds and it does look like somethings on its way.
Thanks for stopping by to see my Sky Watch picture. Have a good day.
I love the way the sky is framed...and what a beautiful sky it is! Lovely post...
That is such a dramatic sky and I love your accompanying poem.
A b;eak scene. If I were you I would curl up by the fire practicing "sooth" and writing more of your always delightful poetry.
Suffering in a heat wave in South Australia, your words have painted a releiving picture. Nicely done.
C.F.
Could do with some of that bleak weather, full of chills here in Adelaide today. Sooth is a great word and your poetry is a treat.
Poetic mystic, sounds like an awesome combination to me. Lovely rhythm to this one.
Sending you enough warm wishes to lighten the chill.
How clever!!
Thanks for this fun read :)
xx,
JP/deb
gave me shivers reading it - I think I'll join you by that fire :)
The only way to predict a winer storm is by a warm fire with a warm cup of what ever. nice poetry
this was perfect from start to finish!
No other word for it - delightful!
Clever :). Gorgeous picture as well.
A superb sky! Saying sooth - a wonderful image. Great poetry, as usual!
cannot help but to remember bob dylan's tune abt the weather and which way the wind blows... sitting curled up next to a fire contemplating... sounds terrific
if only the weather forecasters come to know of this hidden talent of yours.... you're going to be in great demand across the globe - and you can ask your price :)))
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