Pre Storm

Beyond this horizon a distant strum: we are confident of a storm. Feel the heat caught in cotton print, as the washing is gathered in.
Birds are perched, noisy in a ruffled hedge.
Brief relief: cool zephyr smoothing over stifled skin.
One t-shirt left on the line, just to watch it dance.
Car windows wound up, garden furniture herded to sheltered spots, blankets bundled indoors.
Watch, and wait.


Popular posts from this blog

Contact Pants Conundrum

E, That Was Funny

A Candle Lit