Poem #13

I thought with the beautiful sunset that we had last night, that I would be enjoying another glorious day of sunshine. But the weather is fickle and meteorology is not an exact science.

 

Thin cloud lay low in last night’s sky,

A gorgeous ripened russet red,

And had me trying to work out why

It heralds delight in the day ahead

For shepherds and sailors. They say

It’s because of the dust in high pressured air,

Where the westerly weather is on its way.

But I would really be very aware

Of what all shepherds and sailors say –

This morning’s sad sky is a slab of grey!

 

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