A walk into dusk.
The day slowly fades behind me.
Wet globules of icy rain
Splatters in my hair,
From an excited swirl of weather
that batters at face and hands
Exposed to the gently clouding dark
And chills them.
As I stride ahead
Into the growing night,
Feather fluffed pigeons
Huddle in skeletal trees.
As a final blackbird
Serenades the fading sun,
A warm farewell until the morning,
And I walk home! 6th March 2014.
Thank you for reading. XX
