Grimbeau

ill wind crusty gusts

dry blown punchy,

rain splashed,

citron yellow

forsythia endures,

rose hip plumage crests

nascent runner beans

catch a wind whispers

coy callous menace

*

my stomach flutters,

argent tensions bristle,

angst swallows thrill,

thus I turn granite,

search for quarry

*

some plumbing rattles,

a rat up a pipe,

a hoopoe head banging

a tin tray…

prospects of shower shrinking,

postponement permitted

till pre-luncheon…