A hot house with no draught is cruel
A faint but happy sound I hear
Like Tinkerbell upon the air...
Could this be rain, I ask myself
The pitter-patter plays itself
Upon my parched and wilting leaves
Wafting basil on the breeze.
The thyme perks up, the parsley sways
My pert surfinas turn their gaze
Once more skywards, they were limp;
In window box, tall stems of mint!
Tomatoes burgeon on the vine
In terracotta pot, not mine
Their thirst assuaged in full last night
Their lusciousness a real delight!
How wonderful that life returns
Today's grey sky revives my ferns
So my meditation for today:
Nature gives and takes away...
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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