Before the Rain …

This is the rain

That isn’t really rain –

That comes before the rain

That will be –

But why the fuss?

Didn’t we always know the

Summer wouldn’t last forever?

If it wasn’t what you wanted

Surely there’s only your self

To blame for that?

December’s insanities,

Brewing in the still room

Begin to giggle, little

Secret red bubbles;

The dark that isn’t real darkness,

That comes before

The dark that is:

What’s next?

 Really?

You have to ask?

Surely that’s the question

Best left to answer itself?

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The Shop of Winds

I am seeking

Adventure, mystery

In the shop of winds;

Using the door that

Can only be used only once –

Inspired by the majesty,

Attitude and power of

A rainbow in

Full flight.

Time’s blurred line,

Chocolate bubbles in

Rose-pink wine;

Tight-flame curls

And long-hot kisses.

Bells will ring

And angels sing

Before the year is done.

30/12/2011