11-18-2016, 07:04 AM
A stone bridge drips a splish
of mossy water.
Yesterday thunderheads drummed the fells;
high moors poured down.
The village leaked a limestone light.
The river pushed swans onto grey slate steps.
Today, trout are back in their pools.
Newly washed sheep graze between the clouds.
The small bridge, bounds from grassy sward
to shingle strand.
I lean over to watch the sky swim beneath,
while like a wet dog, the bridge
rubs itself against my knees.
of mossy water.
Yesterday thunderheads drummed the fells;
high moors poured down.
The village leaked a limestone light.
The river pushed swans onto grey slate steps.
Today, trout are back in their pools.
Newly washed sheep graze between the clouds.
The small bridge, bounds from grassy sward
to shingle strand.
I lean over to watch the sky swim beneath,
while like a wet dog, the bridge
rubs itself against my knees.