Weatherproof
Seen from inside
Outside
Is a grey hell:
Trees in full leaf flayed by a west wind
Thrash and hiss with spray
A ten-tenths sky leans on the land
Like a drunkard on a doorpost
And next-door’s downpipe
Mumbles an ostinato in its throat.
I stand under the wood’s dripping eaves,
Smiling warm, watching the hunting-dog
Gun down rabbits in the wet field.
No rain reaches beneath my hat-brim;
My jacket turns the wind’s blade like a shirt of mail;
In these boots I could wade a river.
No such thing
As bad weather:
Just the wrong clothing.
You made me chuckle wtih this one when I reached the final line…a good way to end my Sunday. 😉
Thanks Charles – although as you’ll see from today’s post, my walk in the woods didn’t finish on quite such a happy note..!
We had the same weather yesterday but I stayed indoors 😛
Another wonderful poem, I love reading them.
Thank you Ina – I think that weather came to you from us! (Sorry) 🙂
You made me chuckle too Nick.
I shall venture out into the grey of today with a smile on my face for I shall be wearing the right clothing 🙂
David
I’m sure you will – I imagine a fellow doesn’t grow up in Belfast without knowing how to dress for poor weather! Glad to have raised a smile.