The sky is clear,
No cloud spoils the view.
Trees and fresh bushes
Glint in the sunlight, leaves
Are a lemon yellow, mid green to
All shades to harmonise
In a rainbow of colour,
Just one chloraphyl blend,
All tones of green.
Just think, if we lived in desert climes,
Sand toned shades, the yellow/brown range,
Would we long for such bounty,
Life-giving, verdent; a spectrum of hope?
Linden trees, cherry, beech and more,
The cradle of Being, irridescent verdure.
Copyright Evlyn J. Steward. July, 2017.
We have endured high tempertures, seldom soaring in this England of ours.
We watered like crazy, trying to give moisture to plants, lawns, precious crops. Then, at a stroke, it came cold (well, chilly). We shivvered, thought of putting heat back on, but resisted, wore cardies instead.
A couple of days ago it changed again, was ‘close’, a bit…
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