it came warmer yesterday
while i hung the washing
a wind

flew the leaves
from the oak brittle and light

up and over the hedge so

the clouds waiting as you

there are many to fascinate
give them names and fluff

becomes fact
a place one can recognise

my keys are old and tricky
i am used to them that way

so i sense your anguish

i had a visitor yesterday
and cooked & cleaned

autumn passes
winter waits