A chance of a few sprinkles

Realized now as rain tinkles

As brow goes into wrinkles

For music no longer tingles



All morning it has been lovely ...

Almost commercial-less, above me

But now that I'm ready to write ...

The din's giving me a fright ...



Whilst outside, the moisture

Traps me in a certain posture

Want to run with ideas ...

Then stopping them, as fears ...



Take over a mind's quiet peace

Lingering between the freeze ...

Conditions felt, used to build ...

Then the din - confounds the mill



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

12 noon Monday, Dec. 21st, 1998