After the rain
The air hangs
Fresh and cool,
As by a stream.
While on the pale
Crumbling wall
Ivy gleams
With a strangely
Captivating light.
And yet it is only
Half as bright
As new-leaved limes
In this urban glade,
Where wrens trill
And yellow archangels
Flower in the shade.
Copyright Susy Evelyne 2006
Susy Evelyne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-archangels/
