Murder’s Professor

Fierce-proud crow-piper am I

On Prospero’s good-wind, miller days,

Born of winter raven-burn,

Murder’s elegant professor,

Confessor to fictions.

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Further Away

catkins

Their long,

Slim, flower-queue bodies

Jostled by late-fall flakes of

Light mid-day snow

Hazel catkins shiver,

Dance, nudge one another,

Seeming to enjoy the attention:

Slender-spire plumes of

Spring’s candle-fire.

Immediately beyond the small paned window

The fall is innocent, robbed of threat –

Simple, gentle, deceitful horizontal descent.

Further away, between the

Game-cover wood and the

Hedge cuttings brash pile

It more capricious,

Openly slanted and vicious.

While I’m asleep

Some things will happen,

Some things won’t.

10/3/2013

photo source: www.hollybank-woods.hampshire.org.uk