The Fox

by Anna Macfie

spate water clears from mist
flooding the grass
light pours from every surface

stags bellow out the old year
and a new year roars in
no beginning no end

inside the sound of the rain
is like a mantra
outside it’s just rain on the roof

in the morning
yellow leaves in blue sky
behind the boundary ride
a fox shucks rain from his coat
and returns to dry earth

dreams of another land
memories of belonging