~
light and dark
held in balance
momentarily
I hold my breath,
an expectant pause
an indecipherable
whisper through the
trees and buildings,
an autumnal refrain
heralds a passing
warm becomes cool
colours change
© G R Sherwood 09/26
"call me not poet, leave that title for others to confer, I write words in rhyme or not and set them free, let the world concur"