Our
offspring
The
sun is lower in the sky,
A
warmer duvet justified.
Winter
is on its way I sigh
But
last summer, has left us dry.
Autumn
now has got near,
It’s
been a scary time this year,
Leaves
on trees have disappeared,
The
seasons now are unclear.
Autumn
colours all so pretty,
Cheers
up all the gray in cities
But
dull it stays , it’s all so bitty,
Not
what we knew, it’s such a pity.
Maybe
there will be no snow.
Still
quite warm, our grass will grow.
Signs
of butterflies in the meadows,
All
is changing that we know.
Nights
of coolness, heating used
Even
though we’ve been confused
Darker
evenings, I am bemused.
Warmer
clothes, we’ve been excused.
Spring
was wet, torrents from the sky,
Parts
of the country were knee high
In floods - but no hosepipe until July,
We
had little choice but to comply.
Then
the wetness turned so warm
The
Spring was not the usual norm.
Many
flooded after several storms.
Farmers
couldn’t grow their corn.
Scared
to go out in the sun,
Changes
to our sphere begun.
Shared
our water with everyone.
Frightened
that it can’t be undone.
And
when the sun was much higher
Parts
of our world went up in fire!
Grasslands,
meadows we admired,
Forests,
animals all expired.
Summer
came and seemed so long
A
memory now that’s been and gone.
We
all know that so much is wrong,
Dread
the seasons when they come along.
We
wonder what next year will bring,
Will
there be change or sudden upswing?
Will
there be Autumn, winter, spring?
None
of us will suffer, but our offspring.
Copyright
Linda Lawrence
9th
September 2026
