Autumnal poems

Autumnal poems now available to browse here. Easy, quick reads with ideas and atmospheres that linger. 

Meanwhile, the wind is blowing down my chimney as I type, and the rain - or is it a wind-swung twig? - is beating on the dark window, stirring murky October ruminations. An early firework flare through the half-drawn curtains, over the black rooftops - party-pink blending into peach, lemon, silver, golden tears - sparks tingling anticipation of November: the shivery, silvery door to winter.  Door to a new poem?