blue rusty rings drip
cold wind on my face whispers
waiting to depart

soupy golden light
drapes over old grass and paint
fire hydrant blues

Wrestling with rain
my thoughts scatter in grey light
water exploding

windows full of rain
purposefully suffering
every heart a sun

false stars in sable
wetly glitter on steel rails
bound by position

red under wet green
summer's colors slip away
willows are weeping

smell of wet pavement
thin whispy clouds speed on by
courtyard of metal

wind and water sing
as we walk along red shores
looking for hag stones

Following unheard
a song of river and stone
visiting spider