Category Archives: weather

Windy beach

November 30, 2019art, beauty, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, weatherbeach, poem, poetry, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

Bursts of wind stir up the sea
like a conductors hands
waves crescendo and fall

Rain on the moor

October 12, 2019beauty, England, exmoor, Life, poem, Poetry, weatherEngland, exmoor, Life, poem, poetry, rainThe Cheesesellers Wife

Here on the moor
Rain closes you down
Takes away the horizon
Soaks and settles
Creates hazards
Can flood and kill

Rain lashes at the face
Stinging like needles
Sends cold tendrils down the neck
Seeps into all things
Deepens bogs and fords
Hides the path from view

A rainy day on the moor
Be it drizzle or a squall
Leaves you slipping and tumbling
Heading for shelter
Dripping at the pub or tearoom door
Grateful for the warm and dry

It’s in the stars

September 28, 2019Life, nature, poem, Poetry, weather, Wild lifeclimate change, dawn chorus, environment, global warming, hope, poem, poetry, starsThe Cheesesellers Wife

On a freezing cold night
we wait for the stars
but clouds have stolen them
just as the songbirds are now gone at dawn
so the stars hide from our death spilling lives

As the planet warms
nature shuns us
and hope is lost

Clouds

August 24, 2019art, beauty, nature, poem, Poetry, weatherart, clouds, nature, poem, poetry, sky, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

Clouds herald dawn with flame and gold
escort the sun, clothe mountains
paint landscapes with flying shadows
move in silent and solitary grandeur
or blanket the sky
are torn and hurled by wind and storm
unvaried, cloudless skies stifle and suffocate
clouds are the artists of the sky

Possible jellyfish later

July 26, 2019Azores, poem, Poetry, weatherazores, humour, poem, poetry, sea kayak, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

Wind flaps the shade umbrella
Bats swoop to drink at the pool
The kayaking forecast is doubtful
Portuguese Man of war in sight

Winters Cold

February 2, 2019poem, Poetry, weather, winterpoem, poetry, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Sharp shadows jag over bare branches
frost nips and tucks

trees scratch at the sky
calling for warmth

chill wind cuts my coat
lazily going through not round

cold sun gives no favour
aloof in winterbright sky

Rain

August 10, 2018Life, poem, Poetry, weatherLife, poem, poetry, rain, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

Delicious dampness, fresh scented grey,
Washing the stuffy warm weather away
My soul is a sponge, expanding when wet,
And sunshine’s a word I’d rather forget,
I like the newness of autumn (but its only July!)
The soggy clean clouds that fill up the sky
Change is the thing, after two weeks the same,
Filled with humid hot weather –Thank God for rain!

It rained today and more is forecast. This year we have had over 12 weeks of very hot dry weather. We English are not built for that……

Clouds

June 9, 2018nature, poem, Poetry, weatherclouds, poem, poetry, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

The four corners of the sky
are suffocated with clouds
layered pewter curves
closing in.
Humidity and headaches rise,
mornings welcome freshness
has fled like an illicit lover.

They bend and stoop

April 18, 2018Friends, poem, Poetry, weather, winterpoem, poetry, snow, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

They bend and stoop
In a flurry of action
Grabbing great handfuls of snow
Crushing and moulding
Until a snowball lofts high
Arcing across the winter afternoon
Plopping down on a vivid coat
Chilling an unprotected neck
Cries of laughter and outrage fill the cold air

Re-blogged from 2015….

High Hilled Moor

December 9, 2017England, exmoor, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, weatherEngland, exmoor, Fog, Hoar Oak Water, Life, walking, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

Fog rose out of the valley
Where Hoar Oak Water runs
Swarmed up onto our hill path
Rose further to blot the sun

Encompassed within minutes
We faltered on our way
Scrambled up a steep slope
To see hills afloat on a vast sea