The rain came
beating down in sheets of gloom
soaking through the blossom’s dust
feeding shoots in loamy soil
nourishing me.

My tree is wild with febrile roots
the bluebells clamour to be heard
& birds are nesting in the leaves
they deafen me.

The rain came
& so will you I’m told
standing on the corner where
we always meet,hat pulled over
hair that’s wet

with nature’s gold.

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