1
October is a feral month
winds of change strips trees
as surly as it ripped you from me
leaving me bare of leaves.
2
Light through windows shine
within lies domesticity
without loneliness
3
The days are colder
My thought unfixed
The jigsaw's unfinished
It lies waiting on the table
4
Dust gathers
In upswept corners.
The sink filled in disarray
With unwashed dishes.
5
The day dawns an inexorable
An amber jewel of pain.
This calendar day with its regularity
Recurs, its ripples disturb.
7
In memory the scene progresses
Before my glaciated eyes,
An endless reel.
Playing in cool perception
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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