We've tumbled again into that time of year
when the wind wrestles with leaves once yellow
and red. Now they're grey with longing,
ribs sticking out
like a saint's. Our whispers of want
fly off with the leaves, unheard and scattered.
The steady dark comes creeping:
rustles, knocks, wears us down
till we sigh,
swallow sodden leaves and invite
the winter in.
Sara Norja has a master's degree in English
and a predilection for tea. Born in England and currently
settled in Helsinki, Finland, she lives for the wind, dance, and
moments of wonder. Her poetry has appeared in new leaf magazine.