It’s before nine. I have another chilled hour
before the Swallow cafe opens for cooked breakfast
and a day before the family funeral.
The sky is clear to the east, but further north
there’s pre-spun wool resting lightly on the hills,
heavy with possibility and miles from home.
Dec 14, 2022
Dec 14, 2022 at 5:00 PM UTC
It’s before nine. I have another chilled hour
before the Swallow cafe opens for cooked breakfast
and a day before the family funeral.
The sky is clear to the east, but further north
there’s pre-spun wool resting lightly on the hills,
heavy with possibility and miles from home.
