A look at what interests me and keeps me sane in rural West Wales.
Sunday, 12 June 2011
After the rain
I must be on a roll this weekend, after having some "me" time. I looked out of the window tonight, and jotted this down (needs polishing) :
AFTER THE RAIN
The wind has tossed the rose petals So they fall like confetti. The roses shrug their shoulders, Stare rain-sullen at the ground. Foxgloves race to the tips of their stems, Compressing summer like a coil.