Typical English Summer
I wrote this poem two summers ago, but it seems to be so appropriate now as we approach the longest day of the year.
Wet summer
The sun was shy this summer,
Hiding behind darkened clouds
As if ashamed.
Clouds changed from polished pearl
To dark purple bruises,
And it rained.
The earth soaked up the water
Until it could take no more,
And overflowed.
Pools of peat brown water,
Bright green sponges of moss,
Watery footprints.
Everything dripping wet.
