Autumn/ Winter poem

As winter steals the crisp cape of autumn
piece by piece and autumn’s last breath
lies flat against the window’s glass;
when leaves like littered letters bank
in patches under yawning trees
and vermillion berries stud the browning grass;
when vapour trails like vast corrections scarify the barren sky
and fog lights smear the drear horizons’ trembling lip,
I drink deeply on my dreams of us, folded up in winters’ blanket, eyes closing, hip to hip.

 

Fay Proctor
Photo By : Fay Proctor


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