the burnt leaves
acrid sultry taste
clings to the barrel
clings to to the coat
that is tufted dark
faint in outline as dusk
of the surrendering day
is must in so many ways
that impulse the creative then
a kindling of when
and so i say that ways
are malleable and transit
the arc between could and would
to sublimely sit fleeting
in apogee triumph
the mixture bits the blend
the homerun home
and shifting gait
from dash to gallop
and marching in the say
scuffed boots and shadow
five oclock brrringgg
bolt upright in stride
and launching so softly slide
the dancing lamps round rolling oh
so this is so
the flip side season

Tantalising...

a sultry write, my thoughts..thank you

Rustle

ever and slowly
a breath taken in
on the verge
as almost begins

in the deep aubergine
awakening light
rustle dances as
wind and the willow bends

RL 3/3/2009

Nice write, hard to read to someone over the phone though