Like the notion of sun falling, Jill. Jack of such spring swervings,
basking in a little regularity in NT at the moment, no rain, every day
chimes in from 23-34.
Bill
On Wed, 20 Sep 2017 at 6:33 pm, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> It's our unsettled spring time - the bits of rain, the errant
> forecasts
> I can sit outside a whiles then a breeze hastens me in
> ________________________
> Jill Jones
> www.jilljones.com.au
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> Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press
> http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones
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> Sent:Wed, 20 Sep 2017 09:58:35 +0100
> Subject:Re: Day shiftings snap
>
> thanks Jill enjoyed
>
> On 20/09/2017 08:57, Jill Jones wrote:
> > look down among grains and flitter
> > junk from springs rains
> > there’s brilliance in the lateness
> > when every hour is retreat
> > there’s more leaves on the floor
> > everything smells of sap or pollen
> >
> > the sun’s still there, shiny on glass
> > it falls almost like rain, it falls
> > in the room, it’s not like a shower
> > it doesn’t always go to plan
> >
> > night to come will be like day
> > but terser in these shiftings
> > these estimates of rain
> >
> > ________________________
> > Jill Jones
> > www.jilljones.com.au
> >
> > Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press
> > http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones
> >
> >
>
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