This poem is called:'It's Not Yet The Equinox (A Weather Poem)'. You can read it here or on everypoet.net for a more Poetry-minded atmosphere.
It’s not yet the Equinox
I let the cold dissipate through me for a couple of seconds as I feel the Weather in me.
We are Weather. We are The weather. We are all linked to the Weather. Together we make the Weather in Union with Planet Earth. Planet Earth is us. We are with it and on it and it is our greatest Inspiration since all Times. We owe everything to the Weather. It is what makes our lives possible on this Planet. It is what decrees the Seasons. The Weather is before us. The Weather was before us.
The weather is what wakes us up together with the Sun every morning. The weather is the Witness of all Times and it changes everyday. I love to write about the Weather. Sometimes I am the Weather.
It inspire me most of all together with the female gender. There is nothing more inspiring than the female gender and the Weather. They are linked somehow. Just as the mechanical world view is linked to the female gender.
The Sky today is White. The Galaxy in which we reside is hidden from us. The Clouds have decided to form a curtain in the color of White. It is all the colors reflected for us in one wave length. Or something like that.
The streets and pavements are covered in Snow. The Heavens have decided to clean the streets as it were. Before no mechanization was needed for that. Before the Springs and Winters and Autumn would start exactly as the Calendar dictates it. Before we were in Harmony with the Elements. We didn’t realize our luck. We didn’t even know that we were in Harmony with Nature. Know we know. Know we are too late. Only God can restore the Seasons. Only letting God in you can destroy the mechanical world view.
Slowly we have let our instincts die away from us and the price we pay is modern society. It all goes together the weather and the female gender. Still it is very welcome the coldness. Earth needs to cool down. Planet Earth needs some cooling down. We all need to cool down. It’s almost Christmas.
Poetry blog category: Weather
That's it folks. God Bless&See ya around.
