The Oak Leaves

***

I lost track of time

But the roasting carrots have not burnt

I sit here eating them as we speak

In one hand a fork,

At the other; a keyboard.

I'm thinking about the rabbit I carved for my father

for Christmas... It had broken

and had been glued back together

and given to him anyway.

I feel like making another

But as usual,

lack the motivation required.

This day has been a wash of 

30 MPH winds and heavy rains

The sun is shining now

And I hear the most illusive owl in the distance

I will never catch a glimpse of him

Though I am sure he has watched me trying

always some place near by

***

Ps

I LOVE THESE PHOTOS FROM THE SELBY,
AS MEN DRESSED UP LIKE SO TEND TO MAKE MY HEART FLUTTER