Rainfall

It rained all night
           and it’s raining still
and I’ve lost all sense
           of summer
I look at the grass
           and wonder
could it get any greener

Fruit hangs heavy
           on the branches
but many trees
           have already slipped
into autumn
           and the birdsong
is thin and laconic

My face in the mirror
           is pale
but undefeated
           I will wait for you
down by the pier
           as I always do
in the hope that today
           you’ll show

John Lyons