The last rain of winter

Rain drops run rivulets Down the iron Along bark They run and they run until they simply run out Soak in and stop Lying in bed I listen to them scatter and thrum Wondering How it would feel To be a raindrop running Joining and splitting, becoming greater, smaller Turning into a puddle, forming a […]

Blindfolded

Driving into the setting sun The glare of dusty gold speckles on the windscreen They glisten like jewels, but are just dead bugs Combined with the silver bright halo of haze I am blindfolded For minutes at a time I can’t see the edges of the road The middle is a bright white blurr I […]