Winter has settled in to place in the southern hemisphere. Damp and cold days predominate.Winter doesn;t have a large circle of friends, but it does draw lots of attention.
If pluviophile is a new words to you, then I hope you are curious enough to check it out. It's a word just perfect for winter.
As the rain fell down into the street, it baptised me in the process and a winter poem rose from the puddles forming on the footpath.
Umbrellas Are Pluviophiles
It rained most of today
A signature winter day
Consistent, soaking rain
Made everything sodden, damp and dank
The neighbourhood dogs refused to go for a walk
The cats, displeased
Chose to sit by the window and sulk
My old mate, Roger
Was seen dodging puddles large and small
Because there’s a hole
In the sole of his favourite boots
By contrast the umbrellas
Were most pleased for the outing
Rising to the occasion
While popping their eye-catching tops.
Alan j Wright
It is Poetry Friday once more and our host this time is Tricia Stohr-Hunt who presents a triptych in a style prompted by the poem 'August' by Louise Ireland -but with a general theme of diving into summer.
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