2010-08-03

August Thoughts on Clouds

The humid summer grey really
pisses me off; sunshine or rain
please, none of this indecisive
bullshit – I’ve waited too long
to be disappointed.

Rabbits are wondering
if they ought to have
changed their wardrobes;
sparrows are anxious
in their dust baths;
I crunch around
in the yellow leaves
of a confused oak tree.

A healthy storm is good for the nation’s
temperament but, as a matter of course,
I’d rather not carry an umbrella
in the middle of summer.

2 comments:

  1. As a fellow Englishman the truth almost hurts! I especially like the second verse.

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  2. This made me chuckle. Nice use of imagery, especially - "..in the yellow leaves
    of a confused oak tree." Bravo.

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