Friday, 28 October 2016
Let in the shadow cat.
He sighs in the cold light of the stars,
Hidden on the blank path to your door,
His face sweetly buried in night ashes,
His eyes a feeling as you stand,
Staring into the darkness.
Let him in and watch the shade stretch
From the little tree, touching the step
Leaning into the house and vanishing
In the lit harshness of evening.
Let him in, all the way in,
Then turn down the lights
To see him.
There on the stair,
Shielded by coats,
Secret at the edge of the step,
A little night darkens the wall
And looks at you.
Tuesday, 11 October 2016
The brown-haired boy wakes slowly in the grass,
His eyes squinting in the sun and turns
To bend the trees, to bring
The dark, overnight rain.
Chases summer-soft petals from gentle flowers,
Trusts in the redness, rich and deep,
Of berries bringing colour to his cheeks.
There, in the corner, the robin sits,
Content in every season,
Watching as this boy, this year's child,
Changes the land into a bringer of
Cold nights clear days, hard, driving rain
And the gentle first kiss of frost.
The brown-haired boy walks into the trees,
Touching each of them as he passes,
Breathing their names into the dew-filled air,
Dark eyes raised to the shifting light of Autumn.
© Amanda J Harrington 2016
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