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I (Woodpecker) Winter sun lay warm on our backs. The grass greened by the rainstorm still wet as a tear From a leafless copse came a rapid knock unechoed across the softening air And then the quiet But a shy rebuke a distant tap, faint compromised the calm.

The storm

The slow build up to the storm deceived me. The still air lay heavy on the roof. The roof supported it. I was unmoved. Though apart we were each enclosed. Then the other air came. It moved off the ocean; soft breath gathered up into a roar. Not a hat wind, a chair or a Read More →