The black owl eyes me: a sharpness in the shapeless dark I'm awake as a knife: thought inks, the dull drops ache a slow fall, entering a thick night, the mind giants collide
Autumn came too early, Summer bruises purpled the shadows those red bricks walled and threatened, stuck trees loosed ill-aimed conkers, poxing the lawn.
Though standing tall Slight hands betray you The signature of your mother, Carried through death Whispers fragility. Swaying birch thin, Waving out lost Amongst a forest
Thwock, Thwock, Thwock, Time ticks in tennis balls Hot stepping to your game, Falling into rhythm We dance. Yesterdays' hit the net, caught Between you and I. One all.