All this morning
Rain in driving sheets
On towards the eastern hill
Then of a sudden
The sun, the sun
In a blue sky
As though
The earth had come up for breath
And me behind my window
Smiling fresh for a
A new kind of day,
With kaleidoscopes
Of colour in the
Rain washed street.
And today it is still
Brightly breathing,
On our way to mass
The last Sunday before Lent.
JL Feb 09:57
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