No such thing as bad weather…
Yellow warnings, 98% humidity,
a damp dread,
collar up,
hunched dash to the car.
This Weather!
The dogs’ gaze is begging: when?
Look out there, I say.
Do dogs shrug?
OK, let’s do it,
it’s not going to improve any week now.
Dress for the weather, they say.
Warmth and comfort come first.
Then ratch behind the coats…
ah, there it is…
the embrace-nature-in-all-its-guises robe – the coat of cracking-on.
And off we go
to the woods where paths turn to streams
and the drips congregate
to fat plops
and glittery globes on bare branch ends.
See, that wasn’t so bad.
