Taking Shelter In A Summer Shower

Do you recall
That afternoon
When summer rain
Had soaked right through
To drench the boughs
Of the magical yew,
How the wine dark bark
Of the iron trunk,
So smooth and true
Beneath the leaves
Glistened and gleamed
With a glowing light
As rich and red
As the lowering sun
Before the night?

by Pete Crowther

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