I hear water as I wake
Rattling the roof, swishing the street,
Trickling gently down the gutter
From the window I watch
Slanting rain connecting dull sky
With soggy pools.
Outside in the wide, wet world
Pansies smile, birds sing,
Children splash in the lane,
And tulips lift their heads to be washed.
I am continuing with my practice of writing “small stones” this month – I am participating in an online course “writing and spiritual practice” . You can find out more about the course here, and watch this space for my experiences along the way….!