Falling rain,
the priest kneels before an empty altar.
Author: Jon Summers
Jon lives and work in South Wales, working as an IT consultant. Outside of writing poems short and long, and the occasional piece of fiction, he blogs on the i newspaper's puzzles. A book of prose and poetry, Niamh, is available from Amazon.
Another weekend over, under a sky of stars I empty the car.
Five minutes before the alarm — birdsong, birdsong.
Rain overnight —
the mist on Mynyddislwyn
melts almost as quickly
as it takes me
to write about it.
Evening prayer – a flickering candle, rainfall.