then the rain began rhythm tapped on windowsill as i wrote to you

i’ll call you later day of possibilities we’ll meet for coffee

watching the trawlers stapled to an horizon opaque in sea mist

the wind of the world on this blowy coastal day sandy grit in eyes

ginger cat rolling world continues without me in gold fallen leaves

rain nearly all day cat yowling out of the storm step into puddle

before the storm hales we sit in dusk- like silence somewhere a dog barks

town clock strikes nine times foxes stare each other out darkness of this street

grey days in autumn umbrella up, think of you dreaming in sunshine

wonderful autumn with your wet glistening streets fallen sodden leaves

watch you wash dishes speaking to the radio sunday service time

sleeping on the tube your dreams take you miles away rock of the carriage

listen to the rain conversations never had i was your daughter

too late to call out someone left their life behind lost keys on the tube

step into the frame renoir on a sunny day she kisses her dog

such a day like this we took the highway away far from coastal lines

grey skies, you play bach it winds into the heavens afternoon mood lifts

open hand mirror bright rays of autumnal sun see my mother’s face

windy in the park hoods up, anoraks pulled tight ball caught in dogs jaws

damp of the morning squirrel scamps billowing tree steam from jasmine tea

the white pigeon pecks alone on sun glinted path cocks its head to me