Taking The Cemetery Short-Cut On A Damp Day Poem by Stephen Wylie

Cool rain brings freshness.
Tall stones glisten.
Pattering leaves above.
I wait beneath the canopy,
Amongst the quiet dead.
No deluge comes.
Drops cool upon my head,
Bring me no pain.
Soft summer rain.

The council cuts,
And yet does not:
Wild weeds abound.
The dead surround.
They feel no pain,
In soft summer rain.

Thin in plastic clothes,
His mind senses cold.
In shirtsleeves,
A plump man shivers.
Expectation prevails.
I don't feel pain,
From soft summer rain.