Weather
Azure seas below cobalt skies
Float across my mind’s eye
Transporting me from a dark
Rainy English winters day
And I pray that the imagined
Heat will find a way to
Seep into my aching bones
And although I am not too
Old I am old enough to
Know that the cold has
A way of moving like water
Finding its way into the cracks
Opening fissures that never quite
Return home
We are a nation shaped by
The weather and whether
It’s your intention or
Not you cannot help but
Share its impact with
The next person you have
The pleasure to see
For while my mind
Is in sunny climes
My body will forever be in Britain
Thoughts
Another poem about the weather.
Here is a sea fret apparently.
© John Monaghan 2025. All Rights Reserved
