When London Rose
Could it be summer's here?
All our clothes are gone
And clouts did disappear
As likewise has the Sun
The blossom, sluiced by gouts of rain
Is strewn across my lawn again
Never mind, false alarm
Yet the winds do blow
And spring has lost its charm
(As many rightly know)
So waiting, watching hours pass
My blossom blows across the grass
Blossom, rest your head!
Tempest, cease thy blast!
The weatherman has said
"Blue skies come, at last!"
But we, who've heard it all before,
Know what to heed, and what ignore
Poor blossom knew, as well
As any rightly might,
That truth, though hard to tell
Is ludicrous to fight
We have not seen the end of frost
When summer's sun's forever lost
Contributors: | Chevalier, loaf, Apsley, Nym, Kansas Sam, Helen Owly. |
Poem finished: | 12th May 2006 by loaf. |