The church bell speaks twice.
The cat seems to sense,
and the dog,
something in the wind.
Yes. A flash out to sea
clouds white as day.
The trees will whisper,
and the grass,
in the night while we sleep.
Dawn brings rain
clattering into our dreams,
but then, a song!
Nightingale, we both say
and laugh
with the wind
in our mouths.
Love sings
us back to sleep.
Deya 1980’s
Patrick Meadows 1934 – 2017.