our parents

they drop their leaves 

we kick them 

 the stray cat is full

crows return to the feast

squirrelling 

 in the slow intake

of a hushed breath at dawn

thoughts flow

 nightfall 

bringing in the cold towel

east wind

 fog

lifting in the falling 

of its rising

 it’s OK puss

i gave him some food

he’s gone now

 lost

the fog’s

distance

 spots of sun rain

disappearing in the shade

of life’s shower

 in and out

of the portal of the sea

every day

 silver birch

the hunched wood pigeon 

autumn rain

 scone and butter

after a winter sea swim

coffee steaming

 autumn 

the very last flower 

isn’t