Midway through summer, Brussels glows
At last –
an outing for light clothes!
Yet even in
these Northern climes
A hat is de
rigueur sometimes!
The woods behind
my house look cool
It’s filled
with walkers as a rule
Accompanied
by Man’s best friend
This green
lung is such a Godsend!
The heavy
rainfall favours weeds
Breezy
gusts disperse wild seeds
Purple
loosestrife, poppies, clover
Bright
tapestry ‘til summer’s over!
Our leafy
commune gets my vote;
On forest
edge, but not remote
As ISB* by
lake serene
Is served
by STIB bus seventeen!
The joys of
nature never pall
Tendrils
climb my terrace wall;
Chives,
fragrant thyme and mint delight
On such
days, life here is just right!
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
* The International School of Brussels
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