Lost Applause

This rain beats down like lost applause
As these cold winds conduct a fresh shiver,

Tiny rivers track hill roads,
Spiders spin and then drown
And cars mount the kerb to park up,

Just waiting for that sweet whispered lull
In a void soaked with patience,

In the gap between nature and nurture,
Staring without song,
Fingers tapping.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: