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.