Sunlight the colour of cold straw.

        Sunlight the colour of cold straw.

        Now rain begins

        and has its own strange

        calligraphy

        on moving windows of the train.

        Wind translates

        the streaming symbols

        into a variety of tongues.

        Reading between the lines

        in a sudden clear moment

        twelve house sparrows

        bathing

        in a sheltered muddy pool

        and corner of the station yard.

        A small gospel of gladness

        the Evangelion of enjoyment.

        An absolutely unexpected

        epiphany of chance.

These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be available shortly as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.