A new month.
And everything is
carried forward.
The pathos of
A long-hot summer.
The magpies,
captivated by the
darker nights to come.
Quick sounds
of chopping,
hopes for a better future.
And the poet,
wandering between
life and death.
But still a journey
of a million miles ahead.
Calling in to see
the moon of winter.
From time-to-time.