a wet day - verse by Bill Hannan

a wet day

I would like to write about

things of beauty

that are joys forever

summer days

to which thou art incomparable

sweet showers that make us

long to go on pilgrimage

sounding cataracts

lonely clouds

visions splendid

of sunlit plains extended

unfortunately it’s raining

the birds are plumping their feathers

against the drips in the trees

I consider a pot of tea

and wonder what’s to nibble

dusk is growing chilly

some cars have switched on headlights

the eucalypts are weeping

over lost lands

I am alone in the house

wondering what to write about

Editor's Note: Bill Hannan was my English and French teacher at Moreland High School in the early sixties, He has remained an engaged and engaging figure with active interests across local and Australian history, literature, politics and the arts.