Sunday Teatime

(Picture Credit - Newthwaite House Lounge from Google) 

All shrubbery around is shaken by the wind

As smoking grey clouds threaten rain.

But I sit snugly in my lounge

Idly contemplating a chicken-breast tea.

The long heatwave is over

For now.

Atlantic air has swept the mugginess

Aside.

Thermometers have settled down

While cooler moisture sooths our very souls.

This lounge of mine presents a landscape too:

Of settee, armchairs and table

Along with dining chairs and TV:

Mountains over carpet savannas.

But the kitchen calls me from next door

So no matter how lazy I feel

I really have to eat now.

This interlude must end

So very soon.

Paul Butters

© PB 29/7/2018.