September afternoon for M'lady Poppy

sonnet

 

September afternoon.

 

September sun spasmodically

breaks through the clouds which threaten rain.

 Sometimes the clouds triumphantly

block out the sunshine once again.
I watch and wait expectantly

 to see the sun come smiling through

A little optimistically

I hope to see the  sky turn blue.

The storm clouds try but can’t resist

a brisk wind blowing from the sea

They have no choice the wind persists

Although they move reluctantly.

The clouds are gone the sun shines on

 and will do ‘til the day is done.

 

Wednesday, 08 September 2010

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