Wildfires, fierce floods, month of extremes
Summer of discontented dreams
Price hikes - airlines now make hay
As Belgians rush to fly away!
Winds, not breezes, batter trees
Blown-out brollies are a tease!
The traffic’s light; no sweat to park;
Veggie gardening before dark…
Little pleasures, it is true
But peace and quiet feeds souls too;
Time to grab a thrilling tome
A sweet indulgence – all alone!
To take time out, cast work aside
And let our mood our actions guide
Imparts to life a rosy glow…
Go on, I dare you - take life slow!
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
Lovely!
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