After the rain

After the rain,

'Neath a big tuart tree

On a log

Drips dripping

In the wind skirls

Leaves waving

Sun shadows marching

Figures of light.

This space a

Blessed surprise

A tall temple in the

Low surrounding scrub

Grass green and

Trampled in a

Forgotten ceremony.

It is no bucolic peace

The traffic roars nearby

Cyclists pedal just behind

But it is something

Special

After the rain.