27th November – afternoon

November 27, 2011

At 3.30 this afternoon, Rosa x odorata ‘Mutabilis’ on west hill . . . .

. . . at 4pm, the seafront at St Leonards.  Bliss.

Rich chrysanthemums that drip
Among the rusty palings. Brown
Burnished sheaf the frost must nip.
Frost’s a beggar to this town.

Sky that’s as an eggshell green
Merely glimmeringly known,
Since too lustrous to be seen
Hidden like a jewel-stone.

Air as faint and pure as silk
Lovelily and strangely freaked
All with mulberries in milk
Stained and with fine orange streaked.

Bells the disembodied breath
Of our fear and our belief,
Flying, flying after death,
Dying with the sapless leaf.

Voices fading on the peace,
Children’s voices hoarse with zest,
A moon cut out of candle grease
Waxing in the sunset’s breast. Fredegond Shove   Twilight in November

One Response to “27th November – afternoon”

  1. Cloudier Says:

    Thank you for transporting me there 🙂

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