English poems about the weather

English Poetry-Winter Poetry

Tell yourself.

When the weather gets cold, gray falls from the sky.

You will continue

Go and listen.

Homology, indifference.

Where to find yourself—

In the dark dome,

Or in a snowy valley, the moon stares at it.

Under the squeaky white.

Tonight, when it gets cold.

Tell yourself.

You know nothing.

It's just that when you move on,

Music played by bones. someday

You will end up lying on the stars in winter.

Under a small flame.

In this case, you can't

Forward or backward, at the end.

You found yourself,

Tell yourself.

In the last cold current that passes through your limbs,

You love everything about you.

Winter series

Tell yourself.

As the weather gets cold, gray falls from the sky.

You will continue.

Walking, hearing

It's the same tune everywhere.

You find yourself-

Inside the dark dome

Or under the cracked white

The moon? Staring at the snowy valley.

It's getting cold tonight

Tell yourself.

What you know is nothing.

But the tune played by your bones

When you move on. You will be able to

Once lying under a small stove.

Stars in winter.

If by chance you can't

Go on or turn around, and you will find yourself.

Where will you end up,

Tell yourself.

When the cold finally flows through your limbs

You love yourself.