NO WIND
On hot humid days when no wind blows,
Flags and buntings no movement shows,
No gentle zephyr to caress a heated face,
Or kiss your hair with a cool kind grace.
No motion is seen in grass, tree or flower,
Just stagnant air getting hotter every hour.
No ripple on the water and the river is slow,
There is a heated silence where ever you go,
Mirrored, every image in lake great and small,
No distortion in reflections seen is there at all,
It’s as though nothing breaths, all sleeping deep,
As our whole region into immobilisation does creep,
Is that some movement in those tall wilting trees?
Did I just feel the hint of a kind, thoughtful breeze?
Yes, Look, there is swaying in that long, sweet grass,
But it is hot and the great heat I don’t think will pass,
Yet now the hot air will at least keep moving around
And a little respite from the still air is now found.
Even by the lake cooler breezes do not seem to blow,
It seems that indoors all nature lovers will have to go
Until the worst of the humid heat today passes us all by
With gardens of weeds waiting and the earth all so dry,
So come wind please let the flags and bunting fly free
And if we can hope for rain to fill us all with true glee.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 13 July 2005