Green and gold

Following a morning of heavy rain

and slate skies,

the sun broke through

just as the roofers, somewhat perversely,

departed for the day.

Desperate for  a little natural light

I ventured into the sodden garden
with my cup of Earl Grey Rooibos

and poked around with a hoe.

The twisted willow has split a heavy branch

like the eye of a needle

and this is now resting on the apple tree

casting a gold green light,
like the quinces in my lustreware bowl