Rain is that raspy Laugh of Time
Returning to Earth still again
It is of and in and sews shut Gravity
My breath is the treasure sunken

watching
  the
minutes
  until
I
  lose
them
  in
the
  tide
and
  they
re-emerge
  as
hours

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

A tornado,
Unpredictable,
You never know what she is going to do next.
Beautiful and deadly.
23/1/2024.

If the last leaf falls from the barren tree
As the flowers turn frail, cold, and dry
In the deepest darkest times
Where the soul cannot find the light

When the heart turns to nature
With the sun and moon as its guide
During the wintry depths of desperation
On the darkest nights when the stars collide

In this losing battle called life
We're meant not to win or conquer
Our aim is for the sky with feet rooted to the green
Finding beauty in the smallest of things