Another day

Another day with the sun in the sky, and the earth turning round it Light easing through the slatted blinds Neighbours' voices floating in Cars slipping by Purple bendy straw in my glass, shifting in the fan's air The world cannot be any other way My bedroom, sanctuary Of old, beloved things Seen from the … Continue reading Another day

For that next bright dawn

The geese, all week, have been flying. Home. Away from this sharp promise of snow cutting through crisply darkening skies south, to the crucible of summer. Their far-carrying call slicing through the high, cold air picks up our hearts by the scruff and deposits them, safe but shaken and absurdly hungry for that next bright … Continue reading For that next bright dawn