the season’s shifted
leaflessness in place, colder
calmer awaiting worse

here, now, green wood beats beneath bark
still, prepared to face hoar frost

tender hearted flesh
fingered up from earth to sky
grasping at nothing

but the all seeing heavens
groping to be held in darkness


(c) A. H / K. H-H (25 November 2018) (slight revision 25/1/19)