My springs autumnal
And my summers are wintering
You’d never know the season I’ve left behind or now entering
Likely winter-long co-exists in with the spring
As the Autumn shade in a summer dress, manifests to a real thing
These seasons with no rules
Give them some kind of order
But my spring is autumnal
If you ever cross my border
We unsurely ran, senses firing and offsetting strobes towards a glittering shawl, set low around a sightlessly curved neck of the horizon. Coastline on our feet, a burning beach on our soles, to the water then, for our souls.
Drowsy
Late summer bugs
Fly dive
Looping
Scuttle drunken
Lazily in ale
Under chilled verticals
Daggers of British rain
Flooding them magnetic
Unto themselves
Toddlers
The unloving
The programmed
Flutter precarious
With microscopic futures
Gumming abreast
Billions of batches
Altogether connected
Too impossibly dense
Worlds of forestation
Of extraordinary family trees
…
Slowed to pause
I Eat Let.ers 