Greenfall

. . . leaves borrowing salt-smell from the rim of a wave,

barely puckered with the curse

of autumn’s curled lip, the last croaking

of the hoar-frosted frog.

The oaks deny the graces of old age.

A linden weeps twigs laden with verdigris,

having wanted to shine gold against a gray sky

before she’s stripped and shivering in the dark.

–excerpt from “Greenfall” in The Other Side of Thunder (Flarestack, UK 2006)

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One response to “Greenfall

  1. Those are lovely words to caress the senses with and as one reads them it truly is a delight ! Thanks for posting excerpts of your works. The effect for me is like reading a lullabye , instead of having it sung to me . So, thank you ! It’s in the wording somehow and has me sleepy and going back to bed now, goodnight.

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