Pouring

The windmill cranks a rough, rusty tune

in the breeze this horrid aternoon

as gails kick up the leaves

that once rustled from the trestle of the trees

this past Spring, now a dark and dusky scene

within the field the corn was planted

hay was bailed, manure spread

to pay for the farmers bread.

 

This rainy day has left the windmill wheeling

round about, darkened

in leaks the water from the sky

through the rooftop, the attic barren

within these walls of this old house

pails have gathered to catch the soak

that seeps in through cracks in ceilings

as the mice run in from the meadows

to gain access to some warmth

a haven here for them too, of course

until our old cat lurks upon them slowly

they run to the fireplace for safety

yet are caught in the jaws of a fateful death

as it seems is flying about outside

as the chimney is lit with flame

to keep us warm within this torrential rain.

 

 

Reviews

[...]

Beautiful imaginery of nature and changing seasons . Poem is well build and structured. This is poem of very good taste.