A stormy night

It never stopped that wind and rain
Chestnut trees creaked in pain
Drip, drip from gutters leak
Out of a window I sneak a peek.

It’s three AM time to sleep
Back to bed in darkness creep
A thermal duvet keeps me warm
Lie – listen to the raging storm.

I awake early next morning
Different sounds, day is dawning
Cawing crows, screeching magpies
Serenade clear blue skies.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

Have we lost the plot

Ponder badger your in peril

People judge you, dangerous feral

Traps are laid a cull performed

A vigilante group is formed.

Of nature we have lost the plot

Our time on earth a fatal blot

Ignoring climate changes scream

Too concerned with self esteem.

It’s not too late to turn around

Reintroduce a Forrest sound

Educate with good foundations

Securing life for generations.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

Low clouds gather

Dull damp mist drowns distant hills

Whipping sands – body chills

Sizzling summer Sunday sighs

Graying clouds fill sullen skies:

Plans once made for holidays

Ice cream cones, sandwich trays

Cases packed, suntan lotion

Parasols set by the ocean.

Irish dreams so often shattered

Into the car emotions battered

Tune into the radio

The weatherman has forecast snow.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )