30 Oct 2018

Of An Evening

30 october 2018

Wax and wane
days weeks whoosh by
I am seasons
a door ajar

last year's grass cut
soon overgrown
my young cats
here a decade old

birdsong evening blooms

incense wafts
Oropel by and by

a  figurehead quaffed

you feel expectant
know not why

Velvet flower

Rippling sighs

Tabby fur
warms my shin

A shroud of mist

a dream-fed stream

Will let the morrow
bring me Spring!