Wednesday, September 24, 2014


Issuing gladness out moaning throats
Bovine ghosts walk in vapour laden trails
Herded indoors lest they be overwhelmed
Dragons of spent fire waiting for spring
The soft kiss of the first October frost
Moonlight over the calming night sea
It now creeps over a once vibrant life
Grey subsumes colour to monochrome
And the fields are now empty till spring