On the weekend, when we're mostly free
This lack of sunshine has to be
A trial for those with wanderlust
Umbrellas to the fore – or bust!
Surely August should be warm and dry?
But no – we have a cloud-filled sky
Granted that it's not that cold
But Autumn's wings will soon unfold...
The summer lull is all but done
“La Rentrée” looms – that will be fun
As harassed parents form long queues
For school supplies their kids will lose!
The tension mounts and traffic flow
Clogs up the roads; the going's slow
Not helped by roadworks still ongoing
Soon to finish? There's no knowing!
The diary fills - there's more to do
Appointments must be catered to...
The pressure builds up; I declare
I can see the treadmill standing there!
Then a fragile butterfly flits past
Intent upon some summer task
- By some warm current on the wing
Sad, summer is so short – poor thing!
(c) Poet in the woods 2016