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