Fuchsias

I know I've blipped fuchsias twice before, but thought these looked good in the drizzle - nice and bright - and almost like a flower-shower.

It's autumn. It's blowy. It drizzles.
My energy level out-fizzles.
Inside me a tiny voice grizzles:
"It's autumn. It's blowy. It drizzles."

poem © Celia Warren 2011