The scents of a mild July
Fill the woodland air.
There has been a heavy downpour.
I know there
Will be more
Rain to soak the dry
Earth here in the UK.
While elsewhere
People die
In the blistering sun.
Today, it is not the UK.
But another heatwave will surely come
And we will pray
For the rain again.
The autumn
Used to bring fallen leaves
While the springtime
Brought flowers.
Now I rhyme
Of confusion
and the illusion of progress.
But man’s hour?
I know not
When his clock may stop.
K Morris - Poet 
I particularly like the first stanza. I think it could stand on its own.
I see where you are coming from Liz. I will give the poem as a whole some more thought. I find sometimes that putting a composition to one side for a while and coming back to it at a later date is the best way of determining how it should appear in it’s final form. Many thanks for commenting. I appreciate your perspective on my poem.
You’re welcome, Kevin. I use the “let it rest” method, too.
Unless the people in charge do something instead of sitting on their backsides thinking of profits and permitting new coalmines and more oil exploration, that clock may stop very soon.
And China is building more coal-fired power stations, I understand.
So not long now, Kevin.
Thanks for commenting, Vivienne. I always appreciate your thoughts.