Heavy Weather

Jogging out across this field,
Of mystery crop,
Distant goats,
Gnawing blanched roots,

Behind the village,
Purring In shimmering light,
I spy the distant rain,
And heavy weather rolling in,

Two dogwalkers middle distance,
Stationary with gossip,
A campo scene,
And cupped in these soft fields,

Divinity, layer upon layer,
More clouds drift in
Crossing the silent spaces
Climbing the tumbling hills,

And swathes our world,
In shroud.