Fifty six times

three hundred and sixty five times

this morning sun

Almost winter -

I've had enough of

falling leaves

Her new skates -

as if there was

no rain

Grey skies -

squalls seeking

shelter

Wake up, love

I have turned off

the rain

Getting cold

while peeing slow -

winternights

Walking arm in arm

to the vase with roses

at the end of her hallway