morning onslaught of news the rhythm of my windscreen wipers along the bypass

hollowing out a kiwi fruit the brightness of its green

rain all afternoon a string of silver drops outside the office window

July afternoon the dazzle of headlights in a rain puddle

leaving work a jackdaw drinking from the puddle in the drive

before bed: street lights glisten on the rain-soaked roof tiles, like the moon

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.