More poems about the weather 😀

A hot day

The weather finally warms
Or so it seems 
Though forecasts still mild. 

Knowing as we all do
A week is a long time
In politics and foretelling climate. 

But, for now, we seek shade
In a manner very familiar 
To Australians across the land. 

For when the sun shines 
In our big broad country 
Cover is the only solution. 

A lesson learned early
By many fair skinned forebears 
Then forgotten by many. 

Now part of the culture 
‘Slip, slop, slap’ the jingle goes 
And, mainly, people heed this. 

But, still, it is so easy
To underestimate the power
Of the orb we rotate around. 

Newcomers at most risk
Though all can fall foul
Of the blazing life giver. 

Brian Matthews 12-1-24

But, by the time I posted the first poem, the weather cooled and the wind picked up, ruining a potential sailing day.

A change 

Oh damn,
The temperature has dropped,
The fresh wind blows
No sailing again!

A mild day if inside 
Or, at least, in a sheltered place 
So, washing the dogs I did
Such an explosion of hair. 

Cleaning up the mess
I ponder on the nearby dog wash 
Maybe a better idea
Than the bathroom battle zone. 

And they have a drier, I’m told
More effective than our puny job
Meant for less salubrious hair
Sported by puny humans. 

Ah well, the dogs glare at me
Yet again their torturer
A treat does help
Maybe I’m not so bad after all. 

Hopefully, the weather Gods
Will smile on us next week,
Providing usable breezes
With a little sun to warm our souls. 

Thus it is for sailors 
Goldilocks weather sought after
Knowing that this is so rare
On days when we can sail. 

But hope springs eternal 
In the breasts of old ones
Remembering the lovely days
Cruising amongst the dolphins. 

Brian Matthews 14-1-24