deluge – scarce ten minutes one
autumn after cheese
© October 2016
wrong sort of sleep
one of them funny old days
doing all the right things wrong
wrong sort of light to boot
mutters of great importance
scent whiff of torched digestives…
yawning bore arduous grey trudge
through south faced field first thing foraging
for breakfast, pretty slim pickings- tea tree dewdrops
bathe hands & start again humming nice day for a white webbing
Shaky week bright chill bleak.
Stark relief conceals a brutal truth.
A world turned downside up.
Soon the birds must migrate
for warmer winter climes
so wrap up warm & watch your back.
The forces of darkness may soon attack.
Nuts gathered in May
Soon will have their day.
Timid earth coyly wobbles.
Gives up alms seas of troubles.
And by reposing, rends them null.
Mulligrubs with mean demeanours wrack the wind.
Gripes stab shrieks and guillemots.
Shags lie wrecked and heaped in frozen sea suds.