Autumn's Touch

 

 

 

 

In the early evenings
of October,
the sun knocks at our door.
Andrea is here.
She invites it in,
and it spreads out
across the floor,
long and invading and slow,
bronzing things.
Andrea’s here.

 

 

 

 

Material Matters

Conjunction

Harness Bells

Housewarming

Wisp

 

 

 

 

My Poems

 

 

 

 

Trotting With the Fox