The Weather

The Weather

The crickets sang an awful tune upon Spring's eve.

They used to harmonize perfectly.

Scratching, grating, unrelenting fervor,

the frogs join in, a black bloating horror.

The air whispered dark secrets,

oh such knowledge, it could keep it.

The hum of the wind, insane groaning,

Branches swaying, tree trunks moaning.

Soft breeze, unwanted tickle,

Peace or fury, weather's fickle.

Indecisive weather's waning,

Calmer thunder, flashing, raining.

Raging sand quiets aground,

as warmth of sun's graceful rays abound. 

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

I've heard a lot of writers say they're obsessed with weather from a literary standpoint, but I've been fascinated with the changing of the seasons since I was small, and long before I started writing, so I love stuff like this, especially how you personify the various elements...your descriptions and their characteristics line up perfectly. It's a common theme, but you've offered a fresh and unique take on it^^

[Patricia B. Hepler]

'...Calmer thunder, flashing, raining.
Raging sand quiets aground,
as warmth of sun's graceful rays abound.'

Exceptional poem. All senses awakening, remembering~ pat

[marlayesterday]

Thank you. :)

[Pól]

I loved this- it really speaks of one very much in tune with nature. I could feel the atmosphere and hear the attendant noises. Beautiful.

[marlayesterday]

Thank you. :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

Yep. That pretty much covers it. I heard it, saw it, felt it, smelled it, tasted it... you put me right there. What on earth would poets do without that shared context to lean upon? Nice, very nice. :)

[marlayesterday]

Thank you! :)