“25th of December <br /> <br />It’s been raining for days, fine drizzle not caused by tempest but <br />by a mild depression, liquid silk that gives soil time to soak it up <br />before it runs into rivers and brooks and disappears back into <br />the sea. The rain falls on the old roof tiles and gives off a soothing <br />sound a promise, come spring the plants will be stronger and <br />flowers richer in colour and profusion than the year before. <br /> <br />Grass grows quickly in the mizzle I stroke the mule’s flank it doesn’t <br />mind being wet but keeps on munching on succulent feed. It is when <br />the westerly blows it seeks shelter under a carob tree or comes up <br />to the houses to be stabled. The dog awakes she wants to go out, <br />I put a raincoat on, we follow the lane till she has had enough and <br /> wants to go back to her place by the fire.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/25th-of-december/
