Poems by Anne Knight
Summer Weather
The hot dry weather has come,
It’s dry air as if on the continent
The real blue skies
Bee’s in a frenzy taking nectarine
From the flowers
Some bees so heavy with nectar
Could not fly.
As the days go by the heat rises
To 30 degrees or more. The day before just
Managed to get my flowers watered
Before the hot air got to sizzling point,
Heat is like a boiler, hot enough to fry an egg.
I sat by the door in the shade putting my doll’s house
together, made of cardboard the heat was so hot,
Pieces of wood stick together in seconds, as I carried on
In the hot dry air it got unbearable so I stopped my craft
Of card and balsa wood to hot to continue.
Came into the house where I found coolness and shade for
The sun with it white and orange face was too much for me.
Hanging washing out I needed a long loose blouse with long sleeves
Also a big white hat with large brim taking my washing as quickly as
Possible to hang on the line.
The sky in the evening has many patterns.
One night on one of those hot days, the sky was a picture
With soft brown, the umber colour watching in late evening the shape
Of a bird with a blue eye feathers all soft, light wispy too.
The clouds staying in the shape of a bird delicate soft, as I watched
from my
Craft room window the slow moving clouds changed from the bright yellow
and
orange of a beck and stripes of red to softer colours the blue eye
became elongated.
For the eyes of the bird had changed into a ship with it’s bunting.
Sky darkened, wisps of black cloud formed into ball’s or shaping into
migrant
Birds of arrows.
I only wished I had pastels with me to catch the moment of the bird in a
beautiful sky.
by Anne Knight