Raindrops trickled down the neck of the house
Making us shiver as the new season
Knocked on the door and rattled the windows.
The fruit hung grimly from the exhausted
Trees, diseased and mouldy in the greyness.
For a moment, all the disappointments
Of the year, the irrecoverable
Lost hopes were gathered beneath the dark sky.
As if to laugh at this sentimental
Melancholy, or perhaps more kindly,
To lift the mood to the ‘now’ of living,
A shaft of light enriches the red fruits,
The darkness endows a rainbow with sharp
Brilliance and a solemn beauty.