Do I hear rumbling in the air?
First cold,
then drought – it isn’t fair!
With my
wisteria branches bare;
Sharp frosts at
night;
The weather with
our mood in tune:
Our lives feel
like a lead balloon;
Will seeds and
herbs awaken soon
Or lose the
fight?
Friends report
on garden gloom
The chill means
flowers late to bloom
Some pots still
sit in dining-room
Their stems too
frail;
Brisk walks in
local parks allowed
Beware weekends
and milling crowd:
Ducks splash in
ponds, birds chatter loud
On nettle trail!
Daft dandelions
with sunny faces
Unbowed, pop up in many places
April puts them
through their paces
Bold as brass!
Will May provide
a warmer ride?
Who’s for a BBQ
outside?
Forgive me if
indoors I bide;
This time I’ll
pass!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
Dandelions and nettles!
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