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To Autumn (In Cornwall) – in the style of John Keats.

After ‘To Autumn’ byJohn Keats

To Autumn (in Cornwall)

Season of mist and rain,

and rain again;

then some more,

and a few drops

like dew drops

that splatter upon the floor.

We wish

that the rain

in Cornwall

would fall

all the more

upon the moor –

as if.


A Drabble

A Drabble (100 words)

There had been a drabble of rain across the county for over three weeks now; the hosepipe ban was still in force, even though the reservoir had overflowed and flooded parts of the valley; and the stock of Barbecues in the local store had not decreased by any significant amount – even though they were under a BOGOF Offer.

The forecast was for more of the same and less of the dry stuff – though how you could get less than ‘none’ is a question I’d like to ask the weather-girl.

All in all we were heading for a wet winter.

A Wet Thursday Morning in Cornwall.

A Wet Thursday Morning in Cornwall.

It’s Thursday

and it’s raining,

it needs no explaining

but the dogs must go out.

“Hey, Dad!” they shout.

“There’s a lot of it about,

and we don’t care

if the weatherman says it’s raining…!”

I couldn’t argue with that;

and, so, here we are

an hour later

wetter than an otter

soggy as a…

well, pretty wet.

Towelled down and frisky

(we don’t want to be risky)

and showered and dry

(that is my

warm up)

we are inside and warm…

still it does rain

and later

we get to do it all


The Weather Today.

“The Weather is here!

You know what? It’s always here;

wet, dry, cold or hot;

we just always seem to have

the weather that we have got.”

The Rain in my Brain

With the rain falling from far above my head

I seem to be absorbing all that the skies seem to pour upon my slender frame.

Don’t get me wrong,

I love the rain,

it gives me a great feeling of living.

A shower is a thing of beauty.

And you may find,

that being damp is just a state of mind.

Cornish Weather Haiku

Rains fall in Cornwall,

Yet another real soaking;

But, the plants love it.

(Poem 7) 25 Poems in 24 Hours

Poem 7 – 06:00 16-05-2017


As Dawn’s Chorus

Is in full flight

I hear the world

(As I know it)


With a shake,

Spring into action.
The bustle of the day

Is underway

And people say:

‘Good morning!’


‘Good day to you!’

Or not.
As it is still raining,

Most people are just in a hurry

Heading to their destinations

With a sense of worry;

Wrapped up in their own set of problems…

And their coats.
This is Spring

With a Capital ‘S’

Soon it will be Summer

With a Capital ‘S’

And yet it still rains

With a Capital ‘R’

And I wonder Why

“What a Capital ‘Why’

That was!”

I hear

In my head


I say ‘Hello!’

To myself