In steady light rain
low clouds compress
the light’s dull glare.
The blackbird’s feathers
sparkle under their fine cloak
of minute droplets.
His chuckles, shrieks of glee
from the clothesline pole
fill the garden as he raises
his head half spreads his wings
in the sensual joy
of tiny moist diamonds.
Previously posted January 2016.
Ah … spot on!
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Reblogged this on The Cheesesellers Wife and commented:
A brillian poem form Glenys about a blackbird in the rain:
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Thank you again – so much !
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Wonderful!
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Really nice poem!
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