IN-BETWEEN RAIN AND WIND Everything’s taken on the colourof a wood pigeon.Dull splatter and wet clotted leaves,fossil-brittle and lost of their rattle. Spring they say is justaround the corner. It might be so,the yellow catkins hangand flit in the wind. And when that first scentof emerald chlorophyll fills the air, I plan to pack away … Continue reading 22 March: In-Between Rain and Wind