Ruffled in October’s
satin gloom
it quivers by the white
wall; so suddenly
and everywhere it turns dark.
You see it, as it
bends, supple
and honeyed into quiescence:
the light is broad,
and scented.
Ruffled in October’s
satin gloom
it quivers by the white
wall; so suddenly
and everywhere it turns dark.
You see it, as it
bends, supple
and honeyed into quiescence:
the light is broad,
and scented.