Jealous of Sun’s over-stay and praise
for illuminating our trees’ autumn adornment,
Rain takes over the artistry,
blackening trunks and branches,
giving shine to every surface,
drawing golden borders along the highways,
pearly beads on grass and bushes,
and for a final flourish
steals Sunlight’s palette
to paint a bow of many colours.
Lorna Cooper was inspired to write this in the Autumn of 2016 – one of the brightest and least windy we have seen in decades. She has contributed two other poems to this site: ‘Looking at Birches‘ and ‘Hag Wood‘.