The jaunty cheerfulness of wildflowers blown,
flown with the swift, silent swooping of the swallows.
Brown stalks stand still,
though the rot has taken the juice from them,
stark reminders of what has gone,
and only hope in the hypothetical return
of the warm certainties of what once was,
lingers among damp roots,
burrowing deep into the cold earth.
When the sky presses down elephant grey
and swells so full the dams of the sky break,
shedding the spray of deep ocean waves, sharp
as steel and tasting of tears,
and the light dims to the darkness of a crypt,
I cringe inside this fragile shell by the stuttering,
muttering of the stove and listen to a lonely dog
bark on the hill, as it sniffs the coming storm.
A semi-circular poem inspired by dog-walking after the first autumn rain.
The lovely watercolour is by Eduard Tomek
After the stormy night,
Bright morning glitters on the field,
Healed the scars left by the rain,
Pain of your leaving washed away.
Stay with me in this dawning,
Right the harsh words spoken in heat,
Sweet memories linger in a rain-washed field.
There is nothing more uplifting
Than the sight of sunlight through the clouds
A golden torrent pouring from the broad sky’s sea
Turning the last drops of cold lead rain
To a river of cascading gems.
And when the trees are bathed in liquid light
From among the dripping leaves the music starts,
Triumphant robins shout their riotous notes
And listening enraptured we can forget
Just for the time of a small bird’s song
That winter lies on the dark side of the sky.