Thursday, 25 June 2015

A Northern Summer

Dreich days
allow no fun,
No heat haze,
No summer sun.

A wind, chill
from northerly breezes,
May make you ill
with coughs and sneezes.

A mountain mist
that can get you lost,
Whilst hills are kissed
with a touch of frost.

Black waves reach
for the nearest land,
And turn the beach
to damp, brown sand.

And shorter days
bring no cheer,
When everyone says,
"Winter's here!"

Ian C

1 comment:

  1. Well done Ian. It reads well and makes the point. I like it.