An offering to the god of WOL, but first........
......I have an impertinent question to ask their ' Royal ' ( ha!) ' Majesties ' ( ha! again )
Ma'am ( ha! ) will you be getting that well-used whitewash brush of yours out yet again ( Diana, hmmm? ) and will ' Prince ' ( ha! ) haha'ing 'ardfaced Andrew be supplying the whitewash? give me a fucking break! no doubt I will be watching you and the other public money abusers walk away from this one as well!
I walk the last few miles of those years
when times decay has found and dismantled
every tree's burnished leaf fleeces
ending their displays as usual
the sickly fragrances of their deaths hang in the air
exiled and grounded, Autumnal limb-wares crunching underfoot.
In the same distances, low hills sitting squat broody looking, like dissatisfied Buddhas
as if unhappy at having their green attires whitened by first sleet falls.
Snow banked clouds drift together
forming one single grey-white dirtied sheet.
Wildlife doubtlessly as always
having made hibernating preparations
in readiness for their freezing inheritances
the worms will have taken to the lower warmer levels of earth.
Seasonal amounts of bird loved berries converging in clusters
on hardier branches.
O! what is my heart if it cannot let itself be made heavy with
praises for such defences
against its own cruel beauty!