I was a bit ahead of myself when I said it was autumn on the 17th, as in fact the equinox didn’t happen till September 22nd. But there was an autumnal edge to the air last week, although it feels even more ‘edgy’ now the rains have started.
This limits my evenings spent writing under the vine but there will still be plenty of days ahead when it’s warm enough for an hour or two outside once I’ve finished in the studio for the day.
These three short pieces were all written under such circumstances, though none is really meaty enough to be a poem, nor pithy enough to be a haiku. Maybe they’ll grow into something more in the future. Or perhaps they could be worked together into a single piece? For the moment, though, they are just unconnected bits:
The cursor scurries
like an ant across the screen
while a sister ant
the keyboard crevices.
a snarl of cats
the arc of lamplight.
cicadas trill ex-term-in-ate
and a small beige moth turns turtle
in my gin and Kas.