A smidgin of pink in a vast grey
A slip of silver white fading to blue
Creases of browns, half full blacks
Dull oranges turning to red
On the other side of the tarmacadam
On the other side of the interrupted
White lines; in both and all directions
Car headlights leave a twinkled glow
Even without the rain, which surely visits
Or has visited already, settled itself down
Into the squidgy peat bogs or drained itself
Off into catchments to by passed escarpments
Bracken-water, for coagulation and chlorination
To become crystal clear and drinkable once more
