Diana Rosser

Across the starless early morn
black hounds howl in relentless rain.
The garden battered, broken, torn
lies flat beneath the beasts refrain.

Duress heralds the bleakest dawn
where daylight drags its feet in vain
across the starless early morn.
Black hounds howl in relentless rain.

Grey ruthless light, through dark clouds drawn
pushes with insolent disdain
its need upon the sodden lawn;
dull glow pillaging night's domain.
Across the starless early morn
black hounds howl in relentless rain.