an autumn storm at kilcullen

 

the evening concerto has begun

sweeping through twilight from the fields

a masterwork of music at random

rain drums on windowsill and eves

an offnote lyric rhapsody in grey

as squalls gust lustily in sprays

a bullock bells forlorn out of sight

light sound shadow harmonise

at once a dreary monotone of night

at once a heady gloriole of praise

that says it all about this place

it's torn me in my love and hate for it

village prison earthly paradise

small town insensate to my spirit

oh universe in me and i in it