Forever autumn
The sun has gone in to shade
And, turned a corner
She will not be returning
Not neither soon… nor later
Not ever…
Autumn leaves are falling, now
My dispirited, one…?
Winter blankets are descending,
And there is no more to be done.
The cyclones ear is sevenfold:
But even here therein there is
Just one rule of thumb,
One grace above all falsies
Love is a sour plum,
With a pit of gold!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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