High Rain

Send us Fan MailHigh RainSomething about the morning, rain from the west across the sullen skies, seems November has returned, summer’s lost her way, hiding behind the clouds, blushing behind the dawn, hiding her modesty, closing her eyes.For below the fields stand empty, along the churning river, the trees weigh, heavily with raindrops, and tapestries of springtime in flourishes and waterfalls of green, the country lanes, long, turning blindly, distances to nowhere, May and June, hidden, empty of promises, left unseen.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]