SONNET 101 WET AND WINDY
The day started out wet, windy and cold,
Nipping a body with quite a harsh bite,
So too not many people were in sight
As the north wind did blow cruel and bold.
In September these tales should not be told,
Even if windy the sun should shine bright,
Not cold and windy blowing with it’s might,
But calm and peaceful like sheep in the fold,
Or out without a coat, a scarf to hold,
Fall colours not ready to give delight,
So go away wet and cold, please take flight,
Even if warning of this was foretold.
Smile and be glad for summer was divine,
And with all this beauty why should I whine.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 29 September 2005