Stream bursts its banks.
Roars its new freedom
over sodden emerald grass.
Glistens in an explosion of quiet euphoria –
Each trodden stone a dark flash
to the final image
of rapidly retreating raincoats
– red blue yellow –
A child’s watercolour.
The oppressive embrace
melts away like warmed snow.
Replaced by a
A current chases through the clouds
like a whisper – of stolen excitement.
A flash of lightning
stretches like a leer against an ancient sky
segmented by neat redbrick and roof tile.