watercolours

should they cool
from dormant anchorings
in the eye's
deep harbor-

become quietus and vague
without remedy-

say ' Farewell '

to October.


(maple) and  pine


disfigured
into thin blemishes
of lament

where the fog
has perched it's grey soul
deeply      amid the telephone wires

without message...

say 'Farewell'

to October.

and no one
driven softly mad
out here

[ speaks.]