A Cathedral, in Autumn

It’s  raining in vineyards and wine presses

the old town effaces

indigo written pages

spreading a smell of dying leaves

like ocean herbs

lacking identity

 

the cathedral’s shadow disappears

melting in the evening rain

an ant clings to a leaf

I slip for a moment

suddenly coughing wanting to wipe my tears

a willow at the edge of the road

opens towards me

a withered sprout eye

 

I stumble and walk forward

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

this is gorgeous, well-written, spare but expansive

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

I am happy you liked this, thanks.

[Kelsey]

Nice, vivid images.