Dad wrote about everything!!! Here is a poem where he does just that!!
Red sky on a winter evening,
Tinged with gray and blue.
Beautiful, yet somehow sinster,
With its brightly colored hue.
Will tomorrow bring snow or shineshine?
For you've heard the sailor's rhyme.
Red at morning, sailors warning,
Red at night, weather's fine.
Yet, let not these things annoy you,
For with winter in its prime.
It can change from sun to snowflakes,
Almost any time.
E.H. Coe 1977