A Monday Meditation

Extreme heat never lasts too long

We swelter briefly then ‘tis gone

For one day I wrap round sarong

Toes – sandal-free;

Then comes that dratted nip-in-air!

I shiver on my terrace chair;

No, Belgium’s summer isn’t fair

As change is key …

 

Winds rustle my wisteria leaves

Below a wall of waving trees

Discarded petals form a frieze

By hedgerows lush;

Outside I can sense the rain

Dog owners grim pass in the lane

Dusty smears grace window pane

Roof gutters gush…

 

Monday morning – traffic jams

Students sit their last exams

In the background passing trams

In constant flow;

Most working friends on mobile talk

Too wet to take my healthy walk;

I ponder - why is life so fraught?

Must it be so? 

(c) Poet in the woods 2025