Sunshine and showers
Wet roads and rainbows
Thunder rumbles
Flood water flows
Down the sides of the roads
Carrying stones from the moor
On their great migration
Down to the valley floor
The blue tits are busy
Baby birds calling
The garden a flutter
Of fast wings and buzzing
Of fuzzy bees and tiny wasps
The humming declines
In the darkness of clouds
But the light brings the music
Of honey and hives
Stop and listen
Our too busy lives
#CoSopoetry