~ Time to Go ~

Lying,
listening,
hearing

birds prepare for slumber.

A harsh wit-wit, a soft brt-brt,

rustling feathers to get more ease.

Moon
half-faced,
pale, growing,

inching across a lapis sky;

pulling tides, pushing moods

to breaking point - without no never mind.

Yellow stars, heart-shaped leaves,

closing against sunless cold.

Snowdrops ragged. 

Time to go.

Time to go back inside.

14th March, 2000