Back to rain and dripping tap
happy to tom-tom for winds' wooing;
trees are inspired to sway in their spaces;
the gurgling fridge concurs.
Wind-and-rain arranger,
maestro of this unquiet oeuvre,
on an open-top, double-decker cloud,
knows he must forsake us,
peripatetic, his aerial troupe
blows the show away and on
over blue - which tears an aperture
behind the hazels.
Now comes the sun, the fridge falls
silent but for a trickling rill.
LER: light-emitting raindrops.
Tree-shadows dance on shining blinds.
I screwed the loose-tongued tap
shut some time ago;
my coffee awaits.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
