Don’t Look Down

To celebrate our marvellous weather, a poem published at the rather lovely Æolian Revue.

 

Dizzied in the vertigo of clouds,

Falling through colours balanced in the air,

As the trees pay lip service to the wind.

 

Thoughtful rain.

Rain for thinking.

Swollen rain absorbing

 

The light, the colours, and splaying them on

Cracked-backed garden chairs, causing concussion

And bright spots before the eyes, soon rendering

Us Amnesiac, dry, until the sky stumbles again.