Storm clouds gather

Good morning all, I hope you  all had a wonderful weekend, even if we in Britain were preparing for the worst storm in 25 years, for some it may well have been absolutely awful but I think for most according to the news, or lack of it, the storm passed with little consequence. My thanks to Alistair Muir from Kettering Northamptonshire for his inspiring poem below.  A new poet to me and one I shall be looking at more closely as he writes a lot about nature in all it's awe and beauty, a subject close to my heart.

We had a fairly uneventful weekend, pottering, me dealing with household chores and finishing the knitting the cardigan, sewing up all that is required now; better half cleaning up the head of the MG engine he is restoring, an intensive wash in the dishwasher helped no end and I have to say left no nasty residue, my thanks to Mark Evans British TV car restorer for that tip! Indian grand prix watched and Australian Masterchef watched, if you haven't watched this give it a go, it knocks or british version into a cocked hat.  Who could ask for more?  One other thing I keep an eye on the freecycle offers and was about to ask for a cot bed, when a Mamas and Papas cot was offered in good condition and we collected it on Sunday afternoon, now upstairs awaiting assembly and ready for our lovely granddaughter to use.  Today I embark on my Autumn clean of the house, preparing for the winter onslaught and if the rain stops I will clear the front garden borders ready for winter planting. 

So happy Monday everyone, have a lovely day wherever in the world you are and keep safe. Thanks as always for reading, back again tomorrow.

Storm Clouds Gather (Alistair Muir)

Storm clouds gather – fill the sky –

Feel the tension – taste the charge;

Electric dreams up on high;

Purple sky – indigo cloud –

A crack like a death rattle;

Atmosphere a funeral shroud;

A flash of light – forked at tail;

A static-white explosion –

Blinding – a pause – and then hail;

Spherical missiles descend –

Aim unerring yet random;

Nature would champion send;

Havoc wreaked – and then the rain –

Cometh out of Nature's eyes –

Our Mother screams out her pain;

One more rumble – sound distorts –

A wall of wind thunders in –

Man now reaps his just desserts;

Hear and see the sky reports --

No escape – no-where to hide

When Mother Nature retorts;

The Earth and Man take a blow –

Anger vented – peace reigns true;

For now but more will follow.