Your moods are the constant

Dear Wellington

The winds howl,

the rain pelts down

every so often you let the sun shine. 

Your moods are the constant. 

You have me guessing

not only from day to day,

But from hour to hour

Your moods are the constant

A flirt in the gardens

A whirl on a golf course

Your moods are the constant

BBQs undercover

Outdoor furniture indoors

Your moods are our constant

In all of this....

I’ve tempered my expectations  

By being spontaneous  

Because your moods are the constant!

Loyally yours

A woolied-up (most of the time) admirer