Tuesday, 7 October 2014


Changes in my body;
poignant tug and pull of
release and surrender.

Summer gone
and what harvest?
Enough for autumn
Enough to eke out winter
Enough to last out storms.

The sky turns pink;
plucks gold from
shrubs and bushes
Leaves them bare.

We turn inward
Relish whatever
scraps the sun offers.
Enjoy the harvest.

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