The Storms of our Past
The scars of past assaults lie scattered on the shore. The force of every blow etched into the earth with the relentlessness of your approach;
Weather
At Loggerheads with the Storm
Beneath mottled shells of dreary, setting suns we bury instruments in living sands; digital treasures to map the edges of existence. Caressing your carapace as
Celestial Cloudscapes
Secluded worlds hide secrets from our cold, prying eyes, suffocating starlight in the heat of their embrace. Lost beneath the contrails of a smoggy
An Interstellar Climate
The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they
Squalls on Distant Seas
You spin against opaque and barren skies, An ancient god now floating in the deep; Your secrets hidden from our prying eyes, An azure giant
As Colourful Explosions Light the Sky
The fifth of November we can’t forget, As colourful explosions light the sky; But rocket residue can cause a threat, Especially if humidity is high.
A Glacial Retreat
In Canada a study found, How glaciers melt in the West. The shrinkage is beyond profound, With seventy per cent at best; If we ignore
A Cold Wind Blows No More
Researchers have thrown us a new curve ball, That whilst cold snaps might now seem like the norm The surface heating variance will fall.