Windows
we admire the window’s
fine proportions
giving out
onto bare trees
a grey sky
those pervading
stillnesses of space
and the coffee
is good and strong
good enough to take black
to sit back with
and to savour
and listen
can you hear the
crows calling?
they’re telling of
eastern winds
bringing on the winter
which arrives tomorrow
but against
this crackling fire
our comfort is fixed
by your hand in mine
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
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nice,
i can feel it.
Definitely a late autumn poem
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It’s early and cold – this is exactly the type of thing I wanted to read this morning. Thanks.
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This is really beautiful. ..”eastern winds/bringing on the winter/which arrives tomorrow..” very effective.
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