Heatwave

August hols are here, and we’re hoping for some sun,
families have fled to foreign fields for some fun,
leaving us alone in our lovely Great Britain,
with half empty highways, and dull days in the rain.

Soon as they swanned off, the sun came out to play,
and it happened to get hotter here ev’ry day.
We hardly have rainfall ‘cept in a sudden storm,
during our heat wave, which we now know as the norm.

Dazzling dusty days spent in hot and humid heat,
as we walk our way to work down the stifling street.
Bodies barely breathe in our horrid hot office,
a faltering filtering fan just can’t suffice.

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Wimbledon Fortnight

It’s here again for another two weeks –
a fortnight of bliss for the tennis freaks.
Now will the weather hold out I wonder
or will the heavens be torn asunder?

And will our Brits last out ‘til the next week?
Of our Andy I hardly dare to speak.
We’ll hold our breath each and every match,
as they all struggle on, while we all watch.

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Winter sun

Daystar –
Dappled, wintry.
Warming, lifting, healing,
Ever welcome morning wonder –
Sunshine.

 

Cinquain poem = 5 lines:-
1st  line – a noun, 2 syllables
2nd line – 2 adjectives describing the noun, 2 syllables each
3rd line – 3 “….ing” words, 2 syllables each
4th line – a 4 word phrase about the noun, 2 syllables each
5th line – another word for the noun, 2 syllables