…
I came in early
from working
on a day
I’d long planned
to cut back
over grown plants
in the garden.
…
But then the rains came
a grey mist at first
blowing steadily
from the west ridge
over the lee
of the Oak wood
I sat in the kitchen
…
The back door
had been open
most of the day
I watched rain falling
and recalled
for some reason
the first time
I’d read through
Regarding Wave.
…
Gusting winds
of a summer gale
blowing in off
the Irish Sea
swept through
the Birch
at the top of the garden.
…
