(1). December 1st. (2). Kyoto. (3). November Morning.

                1.

      December 1st.


Now it is December,
The last of the roses
Crumple in pairs

So like the old folk
Sat on the beach,
Mourning the sun.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 1st. 2015.

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               2.

           Kyoto.


Last night I dreamt of Kyoto;
Za Zen every morning:
A lunchtime walk in the hills.

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The sky pale as a faded print;
Your hand resting on my shoulder:
A tear fell. I thought of London.

                   *

You handed me an autumn rose.
Burnt love letters falling apart.
Hot ash whirling in cold wind.

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The last kiss you ever gave me
Cold as winter in Kyoto.
Look up, the geese are flying.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 1st. 2015.

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                   3

  November Morning.


Damp grey sky;
Poplars, thin brushes
Stored for a rich palette.

                   *

The colours return.
The sun glints off the ice pool
Arrows of longing.

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Blank the winter canvas.
The artist lifts his sable brush,
Spring returns.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 21st. - 23rd. 2015.
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