Delivering the Thursday Poem

The Thursday Poem20 August 2020GLASS RAINWhen it rains in Golden Bay, it really rains! And beautiful it is too – at least from the vantage point of hill and fire. Maybe a work in progress still, but sort of sums up a rainy day, where ever we may be. Words below. Thanks Dr Jeff Obadiah Simmonds for the video.Glass RainThe grey rain of winterslips down the glass ofmy upstairs window,the puddles in the gravelroad below are a dirtybrown but I think I hearthem laughing.A loom of low cloud coversthe sky all the way from upthe deep valley, down to thedeserted coast and I knowthe stars of the Southern Crosswon’t be seen in the heartof heaven tonight.The rain makes for a slow,inside-day, given mostly tofireside-daydreams and the turntable tunes of Ralph Stanley, his storm-weary, man of constant sorrow, glad to have found shelterhere, beside me.Yet for all that, there is contentment behind the window glass,untouched by the cold winterand the ceaseless rain; here Ibrood on the promise of lily fields and watch hedge sparrows flyfearlessly, without fear of falling.Mark Raffills

Posted by Mark Raffills on Wednesday, August 19, 2020