Poem this week...
The day’s unsettled appearance, providing rain again.
A wet covering forming, across the garden paving.
Petals drip weakly, against the shower’s persistence.
The roots reach out, refreshed, establishing their existence.
And then the darkened clouds begin to move and subside,
For the whiter wisps that come through and slowly step aside,
To show the timid blue as the sun’s heat is peeping,
Through the lighter moving clouds where brightness is creeping.
The sun arrives to lighten the darkened drizzling mood,
The fracture in the cloud provides a sweet, warm interlude.
A tempting silent moment, suggesting a summer’s day,
Far too brief to capture, as clouds turn white to grey.
They bring another shower, to drench each plant, each tree,
The changing sky unsettled and troubled just like me.