Grimbeau

Approaching Four:

Darkening December Afternoon.

Radio and slippers on.

No pipe, or Drum,

or wattle daub.

No dread tattoo.

Still too early for the Angelus bell

– no one sounds one round here anyway –

not that I’ve heard.

Never saw one neither.

Leafy swell yesterday,

clear night so far,

foggy dew unlikely.