The autumn twist, book turning leaves,
while I couched low with cup at lip,
wright reading, so transforms my sight.
Outside the green turns yellow, red,
but then dead brown will come to life,
dry scraping brush will sooner sound.
The volumes speak from bowing shelves,
maintain their calling evening round
to nestle lap, and cycle through
each season’s twist of turning leaves.
Stephen Kingsnorth, retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, with Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, including Poetry Potion.
His blog is at https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/
He is, like many, a nominee for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net this year.