French painter Claude Monet painted the Field of Poppies in 1873. In the sky above the pretty red poppies in this field are some low puffy cumulus clouds.
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Our Poetic Planet: Poems that Describe the Earth
What’s the weather like? Ask a poet!
Poetry about weather and other aspects of Earth can be very descriptive. Giving a sense of the environment through their words, poets describe the planet in interesting ways. Explore the poems below, which describe aspects of nature, including clouds and weather. Each poem links to more information about the science of our planet.
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Last modified November 7, 2008 by Lisa Gardiner.
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I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet...more
THE RAIN is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. - Robert Louis Stevenson, from A Child's Garden of Verses (1850-1894, Scottish writer)...more
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house...more
Dust of Snow, by Robert Frost The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued. - Robert Frost (1874-1963,...more
BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly....more
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken...more
March With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies; Far-off, unseen Spring faintly cries; Bidding her earliest child arise; March! - by Bayard Taylor (1825-1878, American poet)...more