My rooftop terrace looks forlorn
Dead leaves lie
scattered from fierce storm
Some window boxes -
split and torn
Just weeds
survive.
Sun shows up walls
a dingy grey
In places, paint
is chipped away
The winter grime
looks set to stay
But insects thrive!
Wisteria branches,
claw-like, bare
Send spindly twigs
through chilly air
Buds peep through trellis, here and there …
It’s time to prune;
Secateurs come to
the fore!
Three green bags filled
- but I need more!
Brisk tidy up –
but hands are raw;
Hope Spring comes
soon!
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
😊
ReplyDelete