wind and rain all night and day
As I slide and glide on the muddy path the yellows are sharp in the gloom
Like tiny lanterns they shimmer with energy
No birdsong, only the percussion of rain on my hood, rhythmic and punctuated by the yellow leaves guiding my way
Home the sky turns from charcoal to pinks and then mauve
The coppers and reds glow as though lit in a theatre, then the sunset is over as swiftly as it began
A solitary blackbird pecks for insects and worms in the beech leaves tucked under the eaves
Inside, as I peel off wet clothing and prepare a cup of tea with thankfulness, my eyes fill with tears for all those who are homeless
susibancroft 