Summer draws

To its inexorable end

Fruits, over ripened, softened

Pickled, peeled, pulped

Scooped and scraped

Ooze long fermented juices

And leave their stain…

 

An early fall

From such great height

Nut, berry, gourd

Drop, plop, slop

Reduced to mound

Mould, mildew

And the soft scratching

Of some hibernating claw…

 

Autumn

Veterans of some long forgotten war

Last bastions of a lost cause

They hang, high and dry

Like plundered pheasant

Soon to be riddled

By unforgiving worm

Like Wembley’s towers

Once majestic, now forgotten

Crumbling in a brave new world

Like New York scrapers

Folding, exploding, imploding

All aspiration naught but dust…

 

Winter bites

Skin slack, on the rack

Hen pecked, turkey necked

Pinched, shrivelled, dimpled

White haired and goose pimpled

They swing, back and forth

Wrapped in bitter memory

Of half remembered names

Life’s riotous games

And,

‘Knock knock knocking

On heaven’s door…’

 

Late spring, no spring

Hunched bunched

Out to lunched

Buffeted by blast

Upon blast

Of inclement wind

Drenched by acid tide

No Fish ever forecast…

 

Unwanted

Displaced, misplaced

Cracked, stacked, empty sacked

 

And my friends

If your were to understand

To truly understand

You would not whisper 

Nor yet with streaming eye, yell

 

A Daol Fo

Dlo

Skcollob

 

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