your writing delights
in the latter sparseness

the initial intensity

i enjoy reading it
coming to life
before me

beside me the window open
an owls sounds
yet no lorries
on the road yet

remember and

we touch the wall
where the car crashed
that time back
remember how he died
how my friend tried to
help

so we carry on

winter light leaves
round the bend trees bears golden,
the horse chestnuts lose first.
bus in front turns left, I slow, drive home.

my photograph is buried it in damp earth.

light leaves.

Love blooms in hush,
like cranberry. It heals soul,
half moon, half stings.

Gives you wisdom
to singe without flames
in month October.

Woe was done for,
when the snow comes in
to cover the scars.

on top there was snow here early

then the sun came

&

we have a golden day

erasing any white


therefore

elsewhere there were floods

boys rode through on bikes

and i think of you

the bravery


who knows what lies underneath

here the land goes up and down

water drains

into rivers

lakes

&

cellars


soon is gone

with the morning

so much recovered

we carry on

we have learned many ways

that may be the thing to do

& i too

may need to get over it