dusk arising

beyond the silent doorbell

Beyond the silent doorbell
outside the draughty letter slot
mocks a misery of rain.
Otherwise windswept detritus
adheres with pathetic tenacity
upon tomorrows paved permission.
No bird in flight, no vermin scurry
whilst patient scorn adorns
feline predator countenace
sheltering pre cat-flap dash.
Unhappy shopper briskness
controls bewellied tot, a-glee
on puddle splashing spreedom.
Glazed streets look skyward
to summers's wilted promise.
Everywhere in drone
of continual pitter-patter-clatter
Another rainy day in the life of......

Comments5

  • Fay Slimm.

    A first rate penning of how wet affects us in summer when promised a dry day ahead. -- Dusk this has to be one of those favourites I love to read over again so into the list it goes.

  • Neil Higgins

    I simply love walking in the pouring rain,and getting soaked right through to my birthday suit.Then spying bird boxes high above on trees,and thinking how, imaginatively,they are all warm and cosy inside,and looking down on me and having a right old chuckle 😡

  • Teddy.15

    Dear Dusk your title alone says so much, beautifully penned In the life of.

  • orchidee

    A fine write dusk.

  • Saxon Crow

    Nicely penned Dusk. Great first line as well. You ickle genius you



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