Dawn Gloom
A moderate morning breeze
Shifted grim clouds across emerging daylight.
Fine steely autumnal rainfall
Sprayed upon laurel and conifers
Which, although constricted,
Still shivered and shook at the wetness,
Then waved as one, to the rushes of wind.
An unseen robin scolded and damp feeders hung,
Then swung,
Their daily hungry customers waiting, hidden,
For when sunflower hearts would be spilled and flung…
A gusty wind surged from that breeze,
Drifting heavier clouds from the dying night.
Heavy swathes of rain in a squall
Parted the dank conifers
Which, although connected,
Still wavered and thrashed in their harness,
Then misbehaved in the scurrilous dashes of wind.
No unseen robin scolded, as drenched feeders hung,
And wildly swung
Their resident hungry suitors sheltering, unbidden,
As loosened sunflower hearts were helplessly slung…
Pete Ray
28th September 2021
Looking out of a rear window early yesterday morning.
Dismal.
There was no fuel at local garages either…
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