We’re promised storms – but not just yet
Though overnight my plants got wet
Which means one chore I can delay
My watering can on shelf can stay!
But weeds love heat; see nettles climb
Round wooden bollards, hiding grime …
While Nature plays a trick or two,
I’ve heard a new eclipse is due!
My friends? Gone AWOL – it’s their right;
But a velvet, star-filled sky at night
Always takes my breath away
Harbinger of a torrid day …
Why must we rush? Is burning heat
Nature’s way to let thoughts seep
Into our brains to take life slow?
Time taken out helps
us to grow …
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
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