A Midsummer Night’s Scream

Juno presented us with a cloudy countenance indeed:

Flaming Juno did not smile upon us.

And what a welcome by Julius!

Cloudy with rain in places;

Cloudy with miserable faces;

Cloudy with wet bootlaces;

And glistening in the wet grass -

Traces of snails that have passed in these places!

The season of mists arrived too soon

October weather at the end of June!

Clouds stole the glory of the midsummer moon

And roses drooped wet in their midsummer bloom

Whilst high up above the thunder-clouds loom.

Fogbound at night on Robin Hood’s Stride

With my brother, my friend and my son by my side

And the dog climbing mountains

Like a goat on the skyline;

An ethereal mist-shrouded me followed my line

And pervaded the glade of the Stride.

As we beetled back home along Burycliffe lane

dog’s ears flapping as the lights came in sight

Of Elton in the mist of a midsummer night.

July arrived at midnight

It was not a pretty sight;

A cloudy face, eyes dull

Mind outa sight -

And the thermometer outside the door did not creep past 54

all day - yesterday !