October Night

OCTOBER NIGHT

the thunder-storm reaches at last ,
after hours of stillness
and seeing distant sheets
of lightning lighting up the streets

by three in the morning
a quarter-moon and sundry stars
stare from a silent sky
pierced only by a whippet's cry

too hot to sleep,
we quietly drink tea;
dip our bourbon creams
to soften shattered dreams

dawn comes with the magpie's song,
the clink of milk bottles
and the postman's knock
delivering an awakening shock

© GERALD ENGLAND

Composed: Gee Cross, 9th October 1993

Publications

1994 Rustic Rub (UK)
1997 Gallery Zandstraat (Internet)