In the carpark
I'm startled
by a flight of leaves.
It's colder than yesterday
and trees are **********
I abandon the footpath,
tread between tiny red
apples buttoning twigs
and dry grass, find
a bird's curled feather
white as snowfall.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
In the carpark
I'm startled
by a flight of leaves.
It's colder than yesterday
and trees are **********
I abandon the footpath,
tread between tiny red
apples buttoning twigs
and dry grass, find
a bird's curled feather
white as snowfall.
