August’s gone, wrapped up in harvest veil,So sad and sweet, and rich, and ripe, and kind,I am reading now long autumn mail,Tempting, tender, rainy and – unsigned.
Lights going off in my room. The play’s over.Sky’s now lit up. And electric reality starts.Sky is now bruised. Let the rain-leaves become healing clover.Clouds dance, as if there’s a party of damp, weeping hearts.I’m not invited. I’m inside. I’m out of their circle,Sitting alone at the screen and just reading some Joyce.Rain seems toContinue reading “Electric Sky”
Blue rain, and love, and joy, and chilly summer – All’s passed, all’s gone, all’s bending heads to autumn. There’ll still be rain and chill and joy – between the lines, But love cannot survive the summer death.