The Season Missed
raindrops fall gently on windows;
beyond lies a deep blue glow, like sapphire
and the singing reminders of yesterday
shaded into each other, coloured the world with red and orange
red and orange
tree roots intertwine, a brown and purple
connection of veins infinitely binding;
a light green rustle and then the fall
dumps leaf after leaf, heaps of red and orange
red and orange
sieving through the pile, a glimpse of that deep blue
turning aquamarine before fading away;
a sweet smell of gloom rises to the sky,
sweeping all these leaves into the wind
and imprints of foliage remain on the pavement
red and orange, red and orange
Hollowness
A circle of silver weighs down
On the palm of your hand
Silver all over, silver clasp, silver hinge
Three fleur-de-lises, carved (also silver)
Click.
It opens, revealing more circles
Of blue and white
Of gold fleur-de-lises and black roman numerals
Encircling frozen black hands
The silver circle that ticked
Telling time until it doesn’t.
On the palm of your hand
Silver all over, silver clasp, silver hinge
Three fleur-de-lises, carved (also silver)
Click.
It opens, revealing more circles
Of blue and white
Of gold fleur-de-lises and black roman numerals
Encircling frozen black hands
The silver circle that ticked
Telling time until it doesn’t.
