While we swelter, can be cruel.
Seedlings, once so cock-à-hoop,
Suffer and begin to droop...
The soil around them parched and dry
So daily water keeps them spry
Bees, pesky wasps and butterflies
Buzz and swirl with tiny flies...
Bright-coloured beetles land nearby
Against the wall they start to fry
I wear a broad hat as I weed
This is thirsty work indeed!
Above, stark herringbone in wisps
Vegetation all sun-kissed
Our movements fraught, reduced to slow;
How shall I put it? Women glow!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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