September’s grind
September’s grind brews
with aromas of Mallorca
Autumn walks,
orange leaves infused in spit showers
Pour me back
into the bitter bright summer!
Elsewhere august
Elsewhere there is
a blue skied man daydreaming
with spectacled bears
Elsewhere there is
a flag carrying children
of olives and watermelons
bluethroat
We are humans,
bones, blood and wings.
We mix whistles, mimicry and trills.
At the press of spirits,
we fly
october
eight rays of cold crisp sun
St Paul’s stone rounded face
the other blue throat
Push the door and fall,
hold this bird song
tonight you will fly.
September’s grind brews
with aromas of Mallorca
Autumn walks,
orange leaves infused in spit showers
Pour me back
into the bitter bright summer!
Elsewhere august
Elsewhere there is
a blue skied man daydreaming
with spectacled bears
Elsewhere there is
a flag carrying children
of olives and watermelons
bluethroat
We are humans,
bones, blood and wings.
We mix whistles, mimicry and trills.
At the press of spirits,
we fly
october
eight rays of cold crisp sun
St Paul’s stone rounded face
the other blue throat
Push the door and fall,
hold this bird song
tonight you will fly.