slate slides
mud slips
rain falls

seems higher this time

water expands to where i see
the edge

watching the weather

discussing the news
for news came yesterday

local

pause like in breathing

I hope you don’t mind
and that is how it started

you see it reminds
me of the visit to
that house by the mill
where there is a box
to stand on to be able
to see the mountain
behind

while waiting and through the chink

left saw one golden tree

autumn cameo

each little thing

here we need no black days
no more, not in this house

seen too many troubles….

as i rose,

a pink mist descended.

it was actually already there,

i like the sound of the action here.

as i rose,

a pink mist descended.

it was actually already there,

i like the sound of the action here.

told her that those I knew were humble and earthy

she did not listen

continued the criticism

for criticism is what is was

and is

and so it still goes on…

later the others ate chocolate cake

vegan

palest blue, some say,
duck egg, with rust,
slight dusting of rose
to combat corrugated iron.

look at the morning come dark now

it is october

look at the weathered walls

hear the song come random

with words true for us with no argument

and our insides curl

with these feelings