Midnight and Rain
In blustery showers,
hail,
invisible walls
of early morning
grey,
the heavens
opened
at midnight,
flooded
and washed
the world
of yesterday,
for outside,
through
the bedroom window,
beyond
the garden,
the orchard,
across the edges
of woodland,
roof
and pointing spire,
the stars,
overhead,
part subdued
hidden
and scattered,
watched
and waited,
as October
dowsed
the flames
of autumns fire.
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