A break in the rain
Of November
A family of moorhens
Patter up a bank
Under the yellow leaves
Ghostly green in the middle
Clinging on -
Or maybe
A moment of Spring
For these brown younglings,
For me;
A kinder cold,
Visible soft -
Before half a moon
Sinks us back into the season
Of wishing it still
Was.
Of November
A family of moorhens
Patter up a bank
Under the yellow leaves
Ghostly green in the middle
Clinging on -
Or maybe
A moment of Spring
For these brown younglings,
For me;
A kinder cold,
Visible soft -
Before half a moon
Sinks us back into the season
Of wishing it still
Was.
C. LJ Ireton 2023
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