A Wet Sunday Morning

Photo by Katarzyna Gonsior on Unsplash

Egrets glide on salty air,

to scan the sodden terrain beneath.

Mossy ferns, like wrinkled toes

soaking in the rain, nod wisely.

I bustle on, brushing crusted yellow gorse,

that dusts my shoes in the morning light.

Under clouds, edged blue-black,

veins of icy water

cascade through leafy boughs

to form noisy pools

of fluid applause,

as the mountainside echoes

with a myriad of liquid laughter