Michael Edwards







Along the branches, where the dormant buds offer promises

of spring to come, the cascading  raindrops hang  like jewels on a chain

reflecting the cobalt patches of a sanguine sky. A  blackbird

shakes its wings and droplets  fly like sparklets, arcing and gently

falling into the moving waters below. In the village the pattering of raindrops

play pianissimo on  the window panes of the empty houses.


River banks broken

Winter floods across the land;

Homeless villagers.