‘at the end of the day …’

 

 

 

                at the end of the day
                sunlight over
                           the rooftops

                           flick
                past my window

                           a sparrow

                weaves and dives
                into the scuddy grey

                           getting

                nowhere

                           then

                           smoke

                from a chimney
                           blown
                           down the

                roof at one side

                then
                the
                other

                                    rolling
                           over
                the edge

                           then

                disappearing

 

 

 

60 m.p.h.

 

 

 

                                    60 m.p.h.

                           uphill

                through the over-
                           hanging trees

                           ahead a

                single leaf fell
                           straight

                           down

                not to the left
                           or right

                           third gear

                           sharp corner

 

 

 

‘sunlight …’

 

 

 

                sunlight
                on the edges
                of the new leaves

                the new tree
                behind
                the bright
                yellow
                climbing
                frame and

                sitting down
                the old
                green
                bench

 

 

 

grey and yellow

 

 

 

                                   grey and yellow

                         more than that the leaves
                      have fallen is that the grass
                                and fields are white