‘Tis Belgian summer … What, no rain?
The temperature goes up again!
The weeds, delighted, grow apace
Between dry paving stones they race!
My window-boxes water crave;
But … Hey! I am no garden slave!
Full sun at midday burns their leaves…
Nightfall watering - a breeze!
We cope the best we can in heat
Into that thrilling book let’s peep,
Or watch wee insects climb the wall
Or maybe doze off – it’s YOUR call!
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
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