Scorching heat from blazing
blue skies baked town and
countryside alike for two
months of late spring early
summer as the skies withheld
their usual vital rainfall.

Now spasmodic showers and
floods sometimes drench
parched earth far too hot
for grass and crops to grow.

Sheep and cattle stand under
shelter trees eating winter
feed that should have been
stored for several months yet.

Beyond the trees fields
of burnt brown stubble
stretch for miles
bake in searing sun.

This is the first of  my original poems for 2018.