the dust that rises
from the streets of Aleppo
settles everywhere
filtering softly
into our dreams

Blithe Spirit Vol.27 No.1 February 2017

green, gold and brown
the tumbling leaves
rush past
and now this urge to share
whatever warmth is left

Blithe Spirit Vol.27 No.1 February 2017

airless night
the first spattering of rain
on dry husks

Blithe Spirit Vol.27 No.1 February 2017

new home
I wake to autumn sunshine
on a yellow door

Blithe Spirit Vol.27 No.1 February 2017