Thermal Poems - Poems about Thermal

...She sits there in seclusion Recalling her glory days Before internet and SATNAV So changed the Mariners ways. Sat on her eponymous rock All the year long She’d lure poor sailors with A temp......Read the rest...

...Almost from their conception Our Yorkshire kids are told About our weather system And our three degrees of cold, ‘unch, unch, and bloody ‘unch Peculiar to our County A climate that makes us ‘......Read the rest...

...Happy birthday wishes to Susan Lawrence today (29 Jan) - may your day be as beautiful and uplifting as your poetry and art. Above a plain a mountain rises  on it grows a forest green -......Read the rest...

...I’m contemplating braces My belts don’t seem to work They just don’t seem to get a grip Now I’m of a certain girth I shop at Marks and Spencer’s I like their thermal vests I bought a pair......Read the rest...

... The signal to leave is called out urgently. Blue jays spin, whistle, and gurgle. Heralds of the gray days of winter. We climb Hawk Ridge Observatory hill. The rough benches, wooden table, a s......Read the rest...

... Socks, shoes, sweater, jeans and then thermal underwear; winter coming fast. No! Cotton tee, cotton shorts , no socks, sandals only; Thermal underwear stored away~ Spring is in the air.......Read the rest...

...I am counting down the days when the clouds will break away and the troposphere in the sky will peel away the substance from the earth and the stratosphere in the atmosphere will cool down the temper......Read the rest...

... I'm an emerald echo of earth's caterpillar, a camouflaging hiatus of muse midst karmic rainstorms. Enslaved to jealous stars flaming within infernal wings, I yearn to spellbind sac......Read the rest...

...Lying in bed with blankets piled, body still furnace playing chicken never seems to kick on outside you can hear the winter wind howling and you don't want to face the cold night lying quietly yo......Read the rest...

...Riding a thermal, without a flap of wings, hot air billowing his black cloth canvas, a crow sails the gray ocean of a foggy afternoon. No flap of the wings, no readjustment of rope and sail, it......Read the rest...

...Oh, let us write of gentler things Still wondering why “the caged bird sings”* Or rise upon a thermal shaft Of feathers drawn upon first draft Or watch the sullied surf subside As clean-up crew ......Read the rest...

...It was 29° (f) degrees this morning with a waning gibbous (¾) moon. Still, as we started our run, it was dark enough that the world was rendered in black and white. Lisa was a sepia print of herself ......Read the rest...

...Lisa and I had been watching some boys strut about, as they played soccer, in their little shorts, in the freezing cold. It’s an old animal story. The game ended, or it was intermission and about ......Read the rest...

...I am the hawk, the falcon, the eagle circling the skies, swooping with the winds that roar through gold and carmine canyons. I soar to hunt, to pursue, to feed. Gliding on ageless current......Read the rest...

...To see one is rare but to buy one is obscene. A tall snob. She casts frowns from under her gables. He, the new owner, is in the cellar to clean Dusting and throwing out boxes without labels. Ca......Read the rest...