There was a question that refused
an answer the rain knows, just outside
the town of thatched roof homes
and gardens: the key to dispell
the mornings grief, secret beauty,
this vista showing the one
safe route - the river wilder
and full of noise - unafraid
of the night; on a boat made of bones
the water laps and the bank towers
above home, sick with frost and snow
in the vast spaces under the sky.
Heaven struggles, offers cover, against
protean earth carved by heavy rain.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:43 AM UTC
There was a question that refused
an answer the rain knows, just outside
the town of thatched roof homes
and gardens: the key to dispell
the mornings grief, secret beauty,
this vista showing the one
safe route - the river wilder
and full of noise - unafraid
of the night; on a boat made of bones
the water laps and the bank towers
above home, sick with frost and snow
in the vast spaces under the sky.
Heaven struggles, offers cover, against
protean earth carved by heavy rain.
I seem to write sonnets of sort some days, 14 lines and a turn is all you need sometimes
