It’s an unseasonably warm November Monday
and anxious trees stand rigid, taut
seemingly bewildered by the mild and calm,
their demerara leaf curl hangs softly brushed
in smudged watercoloured splendour.
Delinquent ivy, still boasting green
is wound tight around their trunks and clings
like a mithering child to its mother’s skirt
on this hopeful washing day.
Suspicion hangs dripping
for confusion holds the broken tiller,
course set for winter but with no breeze
lies becalmed in autumn.
© Graham Sherwood 11/2018
grahamrichardsherwood.co.uk 
Ah, I like this one lots Graham – you have a keen eye for nature’s detail, your words interwoven like the delinquent ivy. Give me this over blood and guts and crudity any day.
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Nice imagery – really paints a picture for the audience.
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