The drum
After two days of
biblical rain
and wind lashing
the house like a ship,
like a drum thrown
into the sea,
this morning I
wake to hungry birds,
a dawn chorus
rowdy and robust
in the calm,
relief ringing out in each voice.
The ground is
water-logged, the road
still cut
off. The cascade of water roaring
through the creeks
and causeways fills my ears
like infection. But the birds take my spirits up.
like infection. But the birds take my spirits up.
Beautifully written! And we are almost on the same page – naturally enough. Here, we have had only a night and a day of it so far, and the birds have not yet decided it's really over, despite some lateish sun at present.
ReplyDeleteSo good. I love "fills my ears / like an infection"
ReplyDeletenice one!
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