Paiku

Wind races back
With news of
Freshly turned soil

In Cat’s four o’clock corner
September sunshine
Seems like forever

 

I walk
So as not to
Arrive

Blackberries
Shake small, tight fists
At the north wind

Still hoping
For one last swallow
To draw a line under summer

Rooks
Pick holes in
The morning sunshine

 

Church clock
Says it's time
To check my watch

For now at least
Mud clearly recalls
Sharp-footed deer