Turning the corner, the wind grasps at my collar.
I am unprepared.
Yesterday the sun was warm, clouds were still.
A morning coffee out of doors. But now
I go back inside
Pick up the jacket, months unworn
Within its folds. The time has come
Those warmer clothes tucked
Some drawer. Don’t be
I like the shape of this, which is partly accidental. The short lines are deliberate but the gradient not. It’s just how it turned out. Sometimes it’s like that – and you think, well, let’s make a feature of it. How will go on? I don’t know yet.