Tag Archives: poem about weather changes

Market Day

 

Market Day

This day, alas, has dawned so hot
I’ve no need to be where I’m not.
I want to spend it where I can
be exposed to ice and fan.
Though I’m in need of countless things:
foodstuffs, videos and rings,
a hairbrush, pens and other stuff,
I do not need them near enough
to venture out into this heat.
I’ll sit here in the catbird seat
at least until the sun goes down,
then venture out into the town.

Stormy Weather

 

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Stormy Weather

Increasingly, the atmosphere
is starting to feel rather queer.
Instead of cats and dogs, I fear,
it’s raining antelope and deer.
Day after day, year after year,
nature shifts to a higher gear.
It does not take a weather seer
to see the writing on the mirror.
The warnings hinted at appear.
A cataclysm is drawing near.

The prompt today is atmospheric.