Not
subtle this wet change of mood
The
chill's upon us and we broodMore of the same and worse to come
Down window panes fat raindrops run.
Puddles fill, walls glisten, damp
Tired blooms look sad and rank
Rainhats, umbrellas - long ignored
Now our companions when abroad!
Bedraggled owners face new threat
How to cope when masks get wet?
In the wings six months of grey
Shops mourn as clients stay away ...
Special offers leave us cold
Racks of clothes remain unsold
Job losses soar as furlough ends
Who could have dreamed up these grim trends?
While weeds in rain rejoice and grow
Winds shake down leaves in golden show
Soon famished foxes, hid from sight,
Will forage in our bins at night ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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