By Rohan Scott
An animated stillness slips off the awning
Drip, splash, the gentle rattle of drizzle
Raindrops splinter light,
So forms the yellowed mist
The old trodden flags collecting,
Puddles glisten, reflecting
The cold is still, unshaken
The enclosure of edifices,
Keeps the breeze at bay
Clasping an ember between forefinger
A ghostly smoke drifts into the air
As the nighthawk draws their breath
The watcher is numb