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