Clothes pegs perched uselessly in the driving rain
echo rows of swallows lined up for migratory flight
and twisted hazel’s banshee fingers rake the sky.
Still dry chestnut buds, dream of conker fights,
and helicopter stick-attacks, by children
late for school.
©Copyright Niall OConnor
Image borrowed from http://www.kennethmadden.ie/
Image borrowed from http://www.kennethmadden.ie/

Nice poem. Almost makes the thoughts of winter approaching, something to look forward to.
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery. The soft, cold rain out my window really made this come alive! Nice work. lisa_mae
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