Four minutes extra every day
Don't seem to take the chill away;
Admittedly the sky is blue
In patches, where the sun shines through.
But clouds are pregnant with much rain
Which bursts forth, flooding every drain
There are roadworks in the street below
Where rumbling lorries come and go.
It's been this way for many weeks
As ancient sewers have sprung leaks
The street is quaint when all goes well
But reflects right now a muddy Hell!
March starts with taxis all on strike
Is a monopoly their right?
Each day's a challenge, don't you know!
Dressed warmly, I go with the flow...
(c) Poet in the woods 2015