Spat
The rain came in eventually
Misting over Dublin mountains
Filming over bricks and glazing
On the Georgian square.
The air had been mild
And dry until today
When Winter stirred to lift
And cock a teary eye at Autumn
Who, reading that look,
Lit out fast, shamed by gull invective
And the accusation of
Flapping umbrellas.
© PJ Nolan November 2007
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