Wednesday, May 9, 2012


For an autumnal love
Summer is a difficult time
Even the sunlight forgets
To cascade gently into my veranda
I remember
it used to slope down
Straight onto my nose
Like a tower of blinding light
Like a blinding kiss brightly spun
from the cold cold sun.

1 comment:

  1. It reminds me of my childhood and odd afternoons when mom used to leave me alone at home..