Raquel Marie Masons Forum

The rains come yet again!
Lash against the louvre panes
A draw to window gazing.
I watch the hanging baskets
Swing and twist within the gusts
Of sudden fierce wind.
Where yesterday was
A chase of sudden sunlight
Today is a darkling of cloud
Grey over a waking City
A Stravinsky dance of raindrops.
I switch on this desk light
Against the dimming of the day
Settle into this leather comfort.
Know for now
There will be no wandering
Among the bowing greens
Of Epping forest.
No watching the acorn gatherers
The grey interlopers winter storing.
But here on my terrace
I nurse two seedlings of Holly
And one of Oak
In a bright orange plastic bucket.
Saved from the hoofs of horses
And the uncaring feet of walkers.
Someday I will return them
Plant them in a virgin patch of woodland
Where no feet, other than Rabbits tread.

I sit here
Imagine rain falling on mountains
Trickling into stream. into river.
Into a mighty fall of mist spray
Can almost hear the thunder of it.
Captured in the winds sounding
Through the branches of my terrace copse.
This my place
Is a speck within substance.
I do not count or concern
Do not question human existence
Beyond a single question.
There is within the rain
A certain quality, ensured
Held in each droplet
The limestone filtering
Into a spring bubbling.

Today I shall potter
Do nothing of any great importance
Will simply watch the clouds break
Listen to the song air singing
Sit within quiet contemplation.

London. 24th September 2007