POEM

SETTLING

Settling into winter

Begging the stars to stay

A little brighter

To hold the light of summer

A little longer

To tempt the way

Inside the fire

But its turning

I can feel the pull

Each mellow day

A little shorter

The cloud a little lower

The cobs a little riper

And the spiders taller

And all around the

Edges frayed like

Parchment paper

Brittle, beautiful

And tender, curling

Itself into winter


Louise x