I put today’s poem up in pouring rain, and the fence was a little too visible against the wet building wrap, so here’s today’s poem typed out, in case you can’t read it on the photo:

I have thrown my watch away.
The magpie tells me when morning’s arrived.
My stomach announces lunch.
It’s time for tea when the water is hot.
And anytime’s good for brunch.
Dinner we make as the sun’s light fades.
And wine is for after dark.
Bedtime is sometime when boredom takes hold
And exhaustion puts out our spark.