The rain has cleared and the clouds race across the sky.
I lean out of the window into the wind and whipped up wetness, strain to capture the moment of this new dawn, changing by the second. The photo looks nothing like what I view.
The clouds are back lit now with edges of pink, moving moving moving, ever changing.
The three birds play on the gusts, in and out of view.
A slow tapping now on the glass, tap, tap, almost creaking.
A distant plane
It’s October and the trees I see waving from my window hold on to their leaf, another lone bird, an empty sky, two more birds, six now, gulls this time, four droop like vultures balancing themselves in the wind
Four wood pigeons, a starling, empty sky
Wispy clouds now, four clouds that a child might draw, sunlight beneath behind the fronds of the pear tree now, sun just the tiniest speck if I strain round the back of the painting of the sunrise on the window sil