Like much of the world, England is watching its weather with confusion and amazement as worry and amusement intermingle. In the same week that a hosepipe ban (water rationing) was rolled out across southern England, the heavens softened with irony and rainclouds moved in. We are booted up and duly engaged in endless weatherly discussions, happily debating the probability of forecast accuracy. As an experienced ex-pat, I’m used to the talk…. but as a novice poet, I am intrigued and delighted by the poetic possibilities hidden in our weather updates. How marvelous to find lovely phrases weaving through the lunchtime news, gifts of poetic magic from the BBC! My pen had only to dance them onto the page and ease them into form.
brollies at the ready
as shower clouds bubble up,
sunshine and shadow
Wherever you are in the world, may you find poetic delight in your weather this week!
Please visit the Friday rendezvous of the
haiku my heart community at recuerda mi corazon
haiku my heart community at recuerda mi corazon
fantastic rain boots!!!!
{{ i have several pairs
of various patterns
myself
for FUN water splashing,
should the need
arise! }}
love the image here—>
~~~as shower clouds bubble up~~~
as
they Do,
don’t they,,,
With this fantastic boots it must be fantastic to brave the British weather in all it forms.
Correct: in all its forms.
Marvelous Kimberly… I will listen to the forecast in another mood now and hear the poetry from our (rather weird looking) weather(young)man. Yes, I hope to meet you and Lea in May! I hope the sun will shine, but if not: WE will brighten the sky!
Now these are deffinately different colored boots than brown or the dreaded DV boot… your writing always makes the sun shine wherever I am Kimberly…