One minute before rain time

It was one minute before rain time,
Little charlotte span as a top, watching.
The wind gathered leaves and spun them upward.
They rose and tinted the sun light with shadowed shape,
Parting the light with shine.
Below the garden moved and filled her mind with hope.
A new season comes.
Sun unbroken let the rain manifest spilling lungs like children's laughter,
The seasons not alone.
Giants moved swinging arms dancing, folding arms resting chin to calm.
As the rain spoke of change.
And shouted of tomorrow.
Little charlotte dazed as the garden moved with knowledge, and a future seen yet not invited.
Wind billowed under the tapeline fabric rushing hair and senses to flight
She listened, pausing, arms wide embracing the wind.
Clouds above darkened and fleeting movements of light cradled.
At once, the door opened and distant voices carried on the wind laid gentle on her ears.
The winds rhyming spell wash across drying clothes, lines of garments marching in ready formation.
Little charlotte hasty feet padding as teddy beat his dinner drum.
Now inside a coarse scented dinning room chair hearth and rug laid bare.
Now we wait.
It was one minute after rain time, wind calm and shallow moored lines of giant arms, and
Restless wood holding firm. Collecting dampened leaves that spin.
Lines of stagnant clothing rumbled and tumbled dry.
Leafs and willows, March hare pillows,
And custom lay to cry
And charlotte waved good-bye.

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Biography

Keith resides in Swindon, Wiltshire, in the UK. He is an open mic junky and has been performing poetry for a number of years. Credits include Ledbury International Poetry Festival, poetry can, Crofts Bristol and some other pubs, plus work reviewed in Pulsar Poetry. He is soon to go down under to perform open mic during his travels in New Zealand. If you would like to contact him, email nourishmentpoets@msn.com