September Song





Time past time yet to be

Discovered. I gaze out

Across the hills, the scene changes


Image merges into image. The clouds devour

The openness; still it is growing

No-one can capture the full and flowing

Taste of life, no-one has time enough


To even care. We do

What we must do to pass the time,

But why not more of it – just take it

Let it grow from us.


The sky grows, my eyes close

Once again. Trees and open fields,

Wind tears them all –


This one this all is mine


I breathe, I grow.




                      Malcolm Evison

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