I don’t know what it is about nature,
That prompts another reflection.
To write poetry about one’s thoughts
On something full of perfection.
OK, so it may not be everyday,
Where the Sun is shining bright,
Where there is the perfect combination,
Of a pale blue sky and yellow light.
For us Britons, perfect weather is dependant on occasion,
It seems to come and go.
Which is why words on a page or pictures
Are the best memento.