My intentions were good.
After work, I wanted to steal the last of the day’s light to go for a walk. I was all togged up but the Halloween sky was threatening an apocalyptic downpour.
The walk was aborted.
Laden Cloud, Leaden Sky
Heavily laden clouds burgeoning and lumbering,
Over bruised heather headlands
Protruding into blackened water.
The leaden sky shrouding and
Oozing mercury billows,
Over a sinking sunlit vista,
Until the beastly burden
Bursts, bleeding
Rain falling and drowning
On the shore and blinding.
Jura is no more.
