Weather isn't just the temperature outside. It's nature's mood, a reflection of our feelings, the soft whisper of the wind or the thunderous roar of a downpour. In these poems, I've attempted to capture the fleeting states of sky, earth, and water, the shades and moods that changeable weather bestows upon us. From sunbeams to autumnal melancholy, from summer heat to winter crispness—every day is unique in its own weather symphony.
The first rain
The gray city sighed wearily, the dust of the roads pressed to the ground. The first rain, like a beginning, is reflected in every window.
Summer day
The sun pours its golden nectar, A singing grasshopper hides in the grass. A light wind is a gentle fire, A lazy day floats in the clouds. The scent of flowers, rich and sweet, The buzz of bees, a leisurely rhythm. The world around is so simple and smooth, This summer is a feast for life.
Autumn Blues
Leaves swirl in a slow waltz, a cascade of yellow, red, and brown. Autumn writes sad ballads in the quiet park where the gaze wanders. The sky weeps with gray hues, the wind howls like a beast in the night. Old fairy tales are recalled, and the warm rays fade. Wet asphalt, a dim streetlight, loneliness in every yard. Autumn is time's quiet nightmare, and hope is somewhere in the distance.
Snow captivity
A white dance outside the window, the world frozen in a crystal sleep. Silence, like a sweet dream, in winter, fairytale captivity.
Spring wind
A fresh, playful wind awakens the trees from their slumber. It brings peace, hope, and spring in abundance. Drops melt on the branches, the sun warms ever more intensely. In these gentle, bright days, the world around us blossoms. Birds return home, a rainbow is visible in the sky. The wind whispers: "There will be a fight!" For love and for spring in abundance.
Storm
Dark clouds creep slowly, the air filled with the scent of ozone and mist. A thunderstorm approaches powerfully, concealing the last days. The first rumble, like a warning, the second – closer, stronger, more terrifying. Lightning – a vivid revelation, in the heavenly, thunderous fire. The downpour falls like a wall, washing away dust and sorrow. The world stands frozen in silent silence, awaiting a new horizon. After the storm – freshness and purity, and a rainbow in the sky, like a bright greeting. In this storm – the beauty of life, and hope for a new dawn.
Sunny bunny
A sunbeam on the wall, cheerful, playful, golden. It dances in the silence, reminding us of summer, of peace.
Foggy morning
The city is drowning in a white haze, Sounds muffled, as if in a dream. A foggy morning is a quiet garden, Where secrets are kept in silence. Lanterns shine through the shroud, Creating a mysterious, pale light. This fog has its own beauty, A mystery, a quiet secret. The world around seems different, Like a fairy tale, a magical land. A foggy morning is a sacred time, When one can dream and be inspired in paradise.
Winter's Tale
The snow swirls like a magical dream, covering the ground with a white carpet. A winter fairy tale is in every window, and in the heart, warmed by the warmth.
Rainy evening
The rain taps monotonously on the rooftops, creating a cozy, quiet sadness. A rainy evening – so modest, there's something close in it, something innumerable. Books, tea, and a warm blanket, the sound of passing cars can be heard in the distance. This evening has its own secret, peace and silence without reason. The rain washes away all worries, leaving only bright dreams. This evening has its own beauty, and hope for new days.
Rainbow after the rain
A bright bridge in the high sky, Seven colors, like a magical gift. A rainbow after the rain – light, Reminds of happiness, of fire.
Summer heat
The sun beats down mercilessly, the heat melts the air around. It's cool in the shade of the trees, and silence, like a friend, is longing for. The asphalt smokes from the heat, children splash in the river, laughing. Summer is in full swing, begging for coolness, for freshness, without hiding. This heat has its own charm, and the lazy flow of the days. Summer is a time for miracles, and for joy, and for bright ideas.
Autumn leaf
A leaf whirls like a butterfly in a field, Yellow, red, crimson attire. It dances in the autumn expanse, And quietly settles into the garden.
Winter evening
A blizzard swirls outside, Snow falls on the houses. The winter evening is quiet and serves For dreams and warmth. Wood crackles in the fireplace, Tea warms hands and soul. This evening - my own head, And I will not disturb the peace and quiet. Candlelight flickers softly, Creating a cozy atmosphere. In this evening - everything is boundless, And hope for a new faith.