Raincoat

Watching the wind blowing rain on my window
Shining like eyes looking out onto the road
Light through the steam of my
Tea flickers like flames
I put on my raincoat and step into the day
Puddles on the pavements and streams in the
Gutters are washing the blossom away
I smiled like I didn't know my telephone
Number and all of my thoughts yesterday
Down in the churchyard: the yews hollowed
And old, trees like umbrellas
Their sound tickles my soul
Puddles by the gravestones are colouring the
Bluebells and washing the dying away
They smiled like they never
Knew a telephone number
And all of my thoughts of today