That Sunday Feeling

The weekend is full of joy,

Much needed sleep and rest,

On Saturday I get stuff done,

For me that day’s the best!

The weekend is a chance to chill,

And watch TV and browse,

But Sunday brings its own delights,

Like cleaning half the house.

Take me back to the seaside.

On Saturday I shop and dance,

I try to workout and be fitter,

But Sunday brings a different vibe,

That sometimes makes me bitter.

Because Monday follows Sunday quick,

And preparations for the work week start,

I wish we had three day weekends,

More time for fun and art.

Reality brings chores and angst,

As ironing and planning fill my days,

But Monday you don’t own me,

With your taunting, stirring ways.

On Sunday I can still kick back,

And eat bacon sandwiches in bed,

I see you Monday, glare at me,

You’re messing with my head!

Cooling Down – A Poem

Weather changes but some things stay the same.

Stirring winds and gentle breezes,

Cloudy shadows and reddening skies.

A slight chill tickles your spine,

Cold temperatures causing sore eyes.

Covid feels distant yet still it transmits,

Businesses plan Christmas parties.

Halloween looms with its tricks and its treats,

I’d be quite happy with Smarties.

People forget all the things they had learned,

Mix closely and stir up the issue,

While hospitals struggle and nurses work hard,

I hear someone sneezing ‘A-Tissue!’

Look after each other as Autumn prevails,

Show that you care, with respect.

Try to be sensible, enjoying the season,

Let Autumn be what you expect.

New Seasonal Thoughts

As a new season and term begins,

Stormy skies replace a summer breeze.

Heatwaves end and coldness looms,

Changing trees shed colourful leaves.

People sip hot drinks in mugs,

Put on scarves and wear coats outside,

Work becomes busy and time passes by,

From the wind and rain you cannot hide.

Nights grow longer, days grow short,

Roast dinners on Sundays are cooked once more.

Families snuggle in front of fires,

Prepared for what winter might have in store.