Cold drops fall and colour the ground,
as the sky brews a dark storm.
Desperate light scratches on the edges,
reflections on a pavement’s curve.
Traffic’s roar echoes the distance.
Paved slabs stretch beyond feet.
Winds carry the weight of clouds
over the hills and silence the song.
Birds hide in the depths of the tree,
their shelter of moving, fresh leaves.
Cold drops fall and colour the ground.
The sky brews a dark storm.