Not a cloud in the sky
Not even a whisper of haze
In this early June eve
Yet, a storm had been forecast
Rolling in by the teatime hour
Gardeners had hurried to fulfill their chores
Me, I was scraping off paint from patio settee
Hurrying to spray new color to freshen, renew
By four, no hint of that storm looking at the sky
Took a chance on the painting and completed task
My goodness, what a transformation!
In such short a time, from a dreary couch
Emerged, restored as a useable renewed seat
Gave incentive to tackle two wicker armchairs
But not today - one piece of furniture at a time!
The heavy forecasted storm did not arrive
The evening turned into a quiet still hour
Not a breath of wind to stir the nearby foliage
Birds chirped and twittered in full throat
Our cute under the deck chipmunks scurry home
The day gradually yields, sunset approaches
A calm darkness enfolds the light into night
Written at Courtice, Ontario - 4th June 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem