Fickle

Walking out this morning
I felt close to end of tether
As, despite the fact that it’s now June
We still have inclement weather

The wind is blowing from the north
and, although the sun shines bright
my hands and toes feel just as cold
as they do in winter’s blight

But, fickle though the weather is
The forecasters have it right
As they’ve promised summer will return
when the weekend is in sight

Photo – Jempics

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