Smoke-like curtains of rain sweep across the Forth, stopping short of the sand. People frown across at Fife, exchange worried glances. Buggies are turned away from the wind. Men in kilts have their Marilyn moments. Chips catch sand. Ice cream drips onto woollen gloves. And then the rain arrives.
sun
Edinburgh Springtime
Edinburgh springtime
T-shirts, sandals, sunglasses
Tourists in mufflers
early morning sky
early morning sky
sun slides upwards through bare trees
dogs bark. foxes cough
Closing the blinds
As I read your message, someone closed the blinds to stop the sun slanting in. I immediately thought it was a metaphor – then took a long hard look at myself and gave myself a talking to. Tomorrow, cliches.
Late winter
I step out of the house and make eye contact with an ice-clouded sun. I blink first.
It rained and then the sun
It rained and then the sun
came out. There should have been
a rainbow but
there was not one to be seen.
The petrol on the puddle in the road
would have to do.
Kilcol scooped up the water
and held it in his cupped palm.
His hand shook lightly,
raising gentle waves that flashed
the blue-brown rainbow sheen.
The sun disappeared. Kilcol, bored,
dropped the water and wiped his hand.
The rainbow smeared across the pavement
for a while. Nobody noticed it.
More rain came. No sun.
John and Jane
Every time she stood near him, time curved. Space warmed. Air thinned.
“Look, Jane, look! A spot on the sun!”
“Don’t stare at the sun, John.”
“Are we going to be happy, Jane?”
“Wait for me to kiss you.”
Air thinned still further.
Three pieces for new year 2017
Old year melts slowly.
New year sun smiles and stretches.
Every year, new year.
*****
New year makes me laugh.
Same as the old one. Always.
Same days, same seasons.
*****
Here comes the autumn.
Always following the summer.
Or is it the spring?
My summer is ending
My summer is ending
and the red leaves shiver
before the fall.
My summer is ending
I see your spring arrive
fresh green from white.
My summer is ending
Your faces are sun-shot
sparkling futures.
And the sun and the warmth
of near cloudless sky
my summer is ending.
I’ve been waiting all night
I’ve been waiting all night and now it’s five in the afternoon and the sun is forgetting its place in the sky. Tonight again then. Again.
simonsalento 