Westerlies Poems - Poems about Westerlies

...I am madly alive today, one has to get mad not to be dead. I wander out, wending through myself allowing the warm west wind kiss the thin ice of a low mood. Smiles light up my gladding bloo......

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...From the ice bound Southern Pole comes the north bound southerlies, pushing wave after wave white horses, attacking rock and sand, where billowing black clouds blanket one of the angry seas that i......

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...It's warm, it's calm - there is a feeling of change long before the evening shadows lengthen. Even before the clouds have gathered, the westerlies; they quietly rise then strengthen. The stag t......

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...No Adjectives No adjectives graced skies of dawn No crimson, mauve or bronze Only blankets of fog akin to gloom Blocking sunlight, singing runes. Winds on gusts rose up in westerlies Brea......

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...O April how I’ve longed for your return to breathe new life into this gnarled body.. for these roots to be unfettered from the grasping earthen frost - the past season of fanged nor’easters ......

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...*Image of Indiana History by Giphy. Autumn Awakes Rustling ochre, crimson leaves all daylong, A coolness settles, shorter days advanced, Easterlies, westerlies, tradew......

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...Oh Zephyrus, sweet Zephyrus, westerlies' bouquet nectarous lilac layered flirtations sail wings whimsical whiff my skin pale butterfly kisses generous.. music you breathe melodious chorus of ......

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...Lo here they come the Westerly's On their lips a westward song, Alighting from Horse Latitudes It's a land where they belong. They bring along the scent of seas And that forlorn desert bloom,......

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...Racing boastful devil breaths played tag in a sprint stretching through trees than swift and quick slapping dropped down low to touch and brush the wintering earth. A coiled zephyr snaking ......

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...Land Is A Loom I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet. The land itself spoke from mountains, torents, islet From bird song and bear splashing fishers From rutting mo......

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...If only and only if i was the moon I would be the fullest moon Brightening up your darkest nights If only and only if i was the wind I would blow love your way non stop Westerlies to the easterl......

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...the hot and dry westerlies with backing of the fiery sun get confronted by the moist easterlies backed up by force of nimbus clouds naturally, a storm is bound to occur as two opposing forces ......

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...When you're whistling past the grave yard on some sunny afternoon and you don't know where you're going but you're hoping you'll get there soon I hope that you'll remember all the pirate ships w......

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