Tuesday 7 December 2021

the wind is rising and the last leaves leave

 the wind is rising and the last leaves leave


the wind is rising

my lamped reflection in a rain window

speckled gold shiver

the cat at my side is fast asleep

warm here inside as it always is

soon i will set off for my swim

storm barra it has been named

the dawn darkens everything 

except haydn playing on the tomb 

alexa 

the poinsettia stares at me from

somewhere along the shadow’s continuum 

the sparkling rain spits 

and spits out of sync 

as the last leaves leave

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