Is This a Good Time

IS THIS A GOOD TIME Is this a good time to mention the leaves on the trees Now darkening, and falling, as the August winds tease With hints our warmer clothes will soon be to the fore How long will be left, before we no longer sit outdoors It’s been a good summer; maybe far too hot for some Still turning over the soil as the weeds are never done Some flowers still in their glory, others now past grace Bamboo canes rearranged, so sunflowers stay in place Is this a good time which to go out, and mow the grass There are spots of rain in the air how long will it all last The windows need cleaning, I'll wait until the rain stops Go find my umbrella; and do a quick dash to the shops No salad today, its meat, tat’s, and veg in my stockpot Which I put on a slow simmer, then as left to be forgot I hate this fine mist of rain as it blocks my window view So I idle my time away, then as write this poem for you Is this a good time to mention the hassle we have seen How we're all learning we are all victims to the Machine O’ nay’, its best not, let’s just enjoy, what we have now Whereas, I will have you all cry out you pessimistic cow I can if you like, talk about the sunshine just not today It's hid behind the clouds and is not coming out to play I watch as folk pass by with an extra jumper on, or two It won’t be long we will be all suffering the winter blues Is this a good time to mention the peace as doors close Where we all dress down, and just about anything goes The cats lie on the window sill; they don't wanna go out Eyeing up the dogs passing, see what they are all about Dogs don’t care one bit about rain, or the gusts of wind But dragging their owners out that surely must be a sin I can smell the cooking coming from the kitchen, yippee It will soon be time for eating, both cats and hungry me Is this a good time to mention just how I enjoy my time Sitting here and making the lines of my poem all rhyme The sun may come out tomorrow and me in such a rush Writing down too quickly and amendments, then a must Keeping up with the gossip, as with it, the world’s news Though honestly; most of it gives me, the flaming blues It's only half eleven, I should leave my dinner until later Or, I will be another pound heavier, worse a diet violator Indiana Shaw . . . : /