Sunday Drizzle

by Richard Vince

Rain billows past my window,
Darkening leaves, roof tiles
And the church tower,
Fading in the drizzle but still
Standing proud of its surroundings.

The rich greens of fully clothed trees
Are the only clue that this
Is still summer, though autumn is
Trying to steal a march.

The seamless sky against which
Silhouetted birds dance is
Archetypal September, giving contrast
To the many colours of a city
Still trying to enjoy the summer.

Middle aged ladies dash for
Their doors to keep the rain from
Their Sunday best, but the birds
Are unafraid to play in
The drizzle, swooping and soaring
To avoid the droplets as they
Float by on the wind.

And at last, the Sun sneaks in
And catches unawares the silvery carpet
That covers everything the rain
Could reach.

The church tower becomes
A silhouette surrounded by
Shoals of shining leaves that
Ripple in the wind that brought
Them the rain only minutes before,
And colour and texture return
To the sky that covers everything.

Summer resumes;
The autumnal interlude is over.


Posted on 10/31/2005
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

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