Smitten by leaf fall
On my mossy lawn.
Etchings of still trees
Against a leaden sky,
Mist quilting
Over moss and dyke,
Where the turf heaves
And the mole snuffles
The fragrance of dark loam
Here by the fire
The blue flame curls
Above the rug stretched cat
Dream twitched
Splayed wanton.
Beneath the watchers foot
Her flesh ripples under fur.
The tassel slips between
The deckle edges of the page
As the book closes
Gently
The moon
Moonlights
To another day.
JL Nov 7 2011
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