Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Is August in England
Clear air, clean air
but not the skies;
those are grey, cloud laden, woollen grey
with a wind whipping the trees,
streaking the clouds, raking tree leaves.
England the beautiful,
for a scanty few hours I’ve stayed-
the opulence of the Hilton;
and all on my mind was
the warmth that pair of arms, a hug;
that for a few more hours I’d miss-
home, the beauty of home.
Soon the sun will hide,
maybe rain- (is August in England)
is that summer or autumn?
Cheerful me- I know too little, suspect more;
but with leaves green on the trees
and skies dry for the moment
with not the world famed drip drip of rain,
my guess is its still summer;
a summer over England,
a dry (for now), wind whipped, grey cloud day
so different from home, sweet home,
and the brown pair of arms
the hug to hold me, and cuddle of love.
Beautiful. England the beautiful,
a ladybird on my pants;
and I have a plane to catch
and fly on home.