Maureen.

November blues.

I am learning at last to mourn for my life,

Something I have never done before

However bleak the season,

However sad the news.

I am a summer person,

That time of year when blind hope re-emerges

From the tight cocoon

That winter wraps around it like a bandage

While the bright wings form.

Hope is love reborn.-

But last night I learned the girl with laughing eyes

Had knocked back her last glass of champagne,

Packed away her typewriter and papers

And quietly slipped out into the cool mists,

The silent mists of autumn.-

Farewell old friend, you were closer than I thought

To the deep sad core of my restless being.

A sort of sister, adopted at first sight,

You have taken part of my truth to the stars.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

November 10th. 2021.

For Maureen, 1934 - 2021.