Bridget Thomasin (two short poems)

After Cloud

The insistent singing
of unseen birds
the windless air.
With lifting cloud sunlight plays
the sound of bees
across the land
thawing in a steady
stream of light
the chill of sleep
with its dream of blackthorn snow.
(after Arvo Pärt)

A shiver of wind
releases drops of rain
from drenched alder leaves.

Concentric circles
interlacing on still water
disturb the reflection
of high clouds.

The road glistens
as the sky clears.

A drifting feather
settles softly
on the wet surface.