Red geraniums rust in September rain and sparrows splash in puddles again. In summer’s hinterland, something is stirring leaves already yellow, their weariness showing, tattered and brittle, counting years with their falling. But still trees find safety in numbers, flourishing in ancient copses, forests and woods, growing together for the common good while men train […]
Tag: Cold War
Cold War Reheated
Red geraniums rust in September rain; sparrows splash dust in puddles forming on the path. Once again, men point their weapons at the sky in far-off places I have never been and will never go, reawakening fears that Cold Wars would become heated in memories of a child petrified by serious grey words that dripped from […]
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