Saturday, 15 October 2016
Autumnal Fade.
An early evening in October.
Not hot. Not cold.
My body aches for another Spring.
Trees, dappled like dried seaweed,
stretch gnarled branches against the
sky
to fend off the shades of approaching
winter.
I stand on the platform watching the
crowds
huddled in blacks and greys against
the chill
that they imagine the promise of
showers
will whet the wind on the cutler`s stone.
These crowds, tight lipped as they wait
for trains,
last month were dressed in brighter colours.
And that woman, who is the centre of my life,
her absence cuts deep as I stand alone,
ticket in hand, watching the signs
of the slow defeat of the life we have known.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 12th. - 14th. - 16th. 2016.
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