September 2016

This year’s rain…will it never cease?

the smiles of the forecasters.
As the gloom descends.



Another moist day…

A soft falling rain.
the quality of Mercy
Drops from the heavens.



Stormy weather…

Trees and waves converse
Speaking the same hoarse language
The wind has taught them.



And more rain…drenching rain…

Straight-down stair-rod rain.
Slanting left, right and centre.
Plays all the angles.



Autumn is definitely ’round the corner…

A heathery blush
is spreading across the bog.
And whiskey-nosed hill.