Monday, 31 December 2012
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Monday, 26 November 2012
And that night, the rain came.
The windowpanes spoke in hushed morse code:
Tip-tap, tip-tip-tap; water, and mist,
The warmth of a quilt on a carved chaise longue -
And the rest of the world was a half-hidden beast.
And again, and again, on the uncared grass
The rain came. As it always does.