Winter sun lay warm
on our backs. The grass
greened by the rainstorm
still wet as a tear
From a leafless copse
came a rapid knock
unechoed across
the softening air
And then the quiet
But a shy rebuke
a distant tap, faint
compromised the calm.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
Winter sun lay warm
on our backs. The grass
greened by the rainstorm
still wet as a tear
From a leafless copse
came a rapid knock
unechoed across
the softening air
And then the quiet
But a shy rebuke
a distant tap, faint
compromised the calm.