Spring has stubbornly refused to come. We have had weeks of cool weather and since October, quite a lot of rain. Looking out of a window on a damp morning sees trees and roof tops floating in a wintry mist, and jeans and jackets are the flavour of the day. Still. October is ordinarily a warm time, but the feel of the moment is of that closed-in June-July period, when the days seem to shorten into each other.
our high-side maple waits,
while the sun drags itself whacked
from the northern summer
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