Hi Christine,
summer seems to run down the drain as autumn comes along
good read
I love this line "under cataracts of cloud"
davidc
"Bousfield, Christine [CES]" wrote:
> Dear All
> Just joined you again.Comments please. (The last line of each stanza is
> supposed to be indented, as in stanza 3)
> BW
> Christine
>
> Curtains
>
> Tear back the curtains,
> roll up the blinds,
> let in the light:
> there'll be precious little soon.
>
> Let in the light
> beneath the roller and the roman;
> there's only a little now:
> leaves rattle in the drains.
>
> Roll down the blinds,
> time's shadow drowns the sun,
> leaden evenings edged with spite.
> Quick, close the curtains.
>
> There'll be precious little then
> under cataracts of cloud
> to keep out the cold,
> face down the orange moon.
>
> chrisbousfield October 2002
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