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Summer 2021

Summer was grand

(when it eventually arrived)

and we had such a glorious day

(we’d been waiting –

since about February, I would say)

and it was as good

as any Summer that we could remember

(apart from it only lasting twelve hours)

and the next day, and the next day,

(we were back to those showers)

“Welcome, November!”

A Wet Wednesday in the Week

There’s always a Wednesday in the week,

a ‘hump’ day, if another name for it

you need to seek;

but, when it’s wet and weary

it seems so bleak

until you consider the alternatives…

… it could be a Monday,

or a Tuesday –

and, so, don’t be unhappy with your midweek day,

that is cold, wet, and dismal,

“This can’t be May!”

and, perhaps, you should think about the poor animals

that don’t have a Wednesday

from which they can survey

a Saturday and Sunday,

for them,

every day

is just

another count-your-blessings day.

It’s Rainsoon Season

Who likes to watch the rain cascade

for day upon days upon weeks?

Who is there out there

that a hint of Sunshine seeks?

I’ve been out today,

and what can I say?

Apart from, ‘Do we have enough dry towels?’

Drip, drip, drip.

Drip,

drip,

drip,

little April showers;

it’s been drip, drip, dripping

for hours and hours;

and the dogs have been wanting

to go out for a walk

for such a long time—

and so we went out

the moment we thought

the drip, drip, dripping had stopped;

and then we copped a bucket full of water

upon our heads,

and it drip, drip, dripped from our clothes instead:

drip, drip, drip, little April showers…

drip,

drip…

drip.

Wetfriddy Haiku

It could be any

of the many days there are;

but, it’s Wetfriddy.

Dec. 8th – Rainbow’s Ends – #PoemForADayDecember

The rain had been,

and was on its way back,

the Sun shone briefly, somewhere,

and a Rainbow was birthed.

And I could see ‘both’ ends,

one in a field to my left,

one in a field, ahead, and to the right;

they were both, in one turn of the head,

within my sight.

But, which to chase,

and would there be gold to find,

the possibilities traversed my mind;

and, at that moment,

the Sun lost its view,

and the rain blew into my face,

and washed the rainbow away.

I stood there speechless,

there was nothing left,

to say.

Dec. 5th – Cold Colder & Wet Wetter #PoemForADay

I sometimes wish

that Cold & Wet

had never met;

but, they did,

and still often keep in touch.

Cold is okay,

has things to say,

but you can deal with

Cold in a sensible way.

Wet is a nightmare,

gets inside your brain

before it all washes away

and flows off down the drain.

If you’d met Dry & Warm,

their cousins,

you’d like them much better;

but, here, shivering, and moist, on the brink,

it’s of Cold Colder & Wet Wetter

I am tending to think.

LATELY

LATELY

https://littlethings001.wordpress.com/2020/11/09/lately/
— Read on littlethings001.wordpress.com/2020/11/09/lately/

Have a read – it’s quite a thoughtful piece – G:)

There was rain, then sun.

There was rain,

then sun,

but, rainbows, none.

I wrote a little poem about it,

this is the one.

‘The weather today’

It’s dry for five minutes,

so what can I say?

Well, apart from the rain, the storms,

the hail, the thunder and lightning,

the frost, the mist, the drizzle –

and I wasn’t surprised

not to see you out

in the midst of the Cornish mizzle.

However, I must just say,

it’s really been

such a nice day.