i have just passed maverick in the hall of mirrors and though he is still not entirely himself (some think he never was) he is apparently feeling a lot better and is hoping to rejoin his friends soon and meanwhile passed on this mournful little ditty on the back of a shopping list because he thought it might make you laugh

ps when i asked him where i should post this he did tell me where I could stick it but i couldn’t find a thread called that so i hope this is ok here


A Cold Wind Coming

September now, revealed in swathes of mist and grey:
The silent tumble of a single leaf: it drops
As if to mark the calendar’s dying day,
And with it turns another month,
Another year,
Another life,
Another’s love.

Now stirs a wicked whisper of winter’s breath,
A bitter flicker of the flensing knife
As autumn bumbles, brushing and bruising
Through the hedgerow trees.

There is a cold and grating
Chill of grey upon the hills,
A grizzled harbinger of autumn gales
To threaten and tear the teeming
Tangle of late summer blooms.
Yesterday, another life,
They raised a kiss of laughing petals to the sun,
But now they spill their tiny splendour
In a careless rain of torn and trembling ruin on the earth:
There is a cold wind coming,
And no place to hide.
No place to hide.