weather poems | K Morris

Its close to 1 am when

I hear the wild wind shake

My window. Later, when I go

Out I will see

How his dances

Have made free

With poor branches

And leaves

Brought low

By his breeze.

When men go

Among fallen trees

And scattered leaves

They know they to must go

And join fallen trees and leaves

A couple of weeks ago, I composed a poem entitled “December Snow”, which was subsequently read by me on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series.

Today I awoke to find the lawn covered in late December snow, so thought I would re-post my reading of the poem, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-120.

December Snow:

A typical, December day.
The sun has stopped
Away,
And the temperature has dropped.
The forecasters say
There may
Be snow.
I well remember the December
Snow.
And playing on frozen pond.
But oh, so long Ago!
And I shall grow
Old. and remember December
Snow.
We count the cost
Once things are lost.
And the foolish, wishing to sunbathe,
Pray for the coming heatwave.