One fine October morning
(22nd 2019)
Or - The Mind-Skin Connection
thinking forward one year
next autumn
planning with eagerness, joy
walks in the great parks
over grass still green
leaves burnished
none so bright as her hair
cosy chats by fireside
wool blankets
reproduction of a perfect pub lunch
by a surrogate river
unaccepting - for this autumn, it’s all over
gone away, grey
casting forward is a way
of not acknowledging the space
distance in time and place
sadness, anger, hurt and rage
trapped in this body cage
itch and scratch and bleed