TUMBLES
The year tumbles fast now
towards its closing.
Dragon’s breath swathes the hill
In the middle of the morning,
and the grasses lie damp and lank all day.
The sun is distracted, its thoughts elsewhere.
The rivers race through the night with the rumbling stars.
Our moon flicks its light
from dim to sharp to dim.
Days of storm follow days of cold still calm.
Growth stutters and halts,
the trees reach for their golds and browns.
Plans compress or are abandoned.
What is not done, now can wait.
The fires are lit in dark mornings now.
The fires are all lit.
—
simonhlilly 
I for one have missed your poetry!
Thanks. I seem to have a small backlog of things written from earlier in the year. Having had to upgrade my iPad because some of my favorite apps ceased to work on the older iOS I was using has disrupted my usual rhythms somewhat, as those apps no longer exist or have ‘improved’….
Understood! ☀️
I remember discovering your amazing poetry when I first entered WordPress. It has a very traditional sound to it, with meaningful words! and your writing is very meticulous. I am looking forward to reading more of your work, true poets help me to not lose faith in the power and beauty of poetry! In many ways poetry seems to have lost its voice and value? ☀️
Well, there are always many styles and methods, and what we like and unlike changes a little through time. But it is fairly easy to get disheartened by the prevalence of what seems rather mediocre. Here, I tend to publish most things I write, simply because it is not possible to know what others will find enjoyable…it is always nice to get comments though.
Lovely poem. Speaks for me and possibly the entire islands we live on around here!!
Thanks, Sally!