o c t o b e r e s q u e


o c t o b e r e s q u e ( e u q s e r e b o t c o )

once september’s snuffed it
crosses on a calendar
then the wraiths awaken
of a flighty swansong
bogs become the pastures
ermine cloaks a stoat
rhyme is roundabouts
every leaf’s a flower – too
spring is in antartica
quaggas mare the air
unicorns & mastodons
evening crawls in darkness