Cuttlebone and Cobwebs

Day

Long finger shadows

clutch frost crisped grass,

whilst a sun, in fallen orbit,

hugs the horizon in her clasp,

warming, where she touches,

puff-ball birds harvesting haws,

above timorous furry creatures

seeking solace in fallen fruits,

craving comfort in scattered seed,

voraciously rummaging

a larder of littered leaves.

Evergreens sparkle,

bejewelled in reflection,

dancing to the attention

of bitter breeze, observing,

self-huddled flocks of people

about their life concerns

swapping errand for errand, 

respite beckoning

beyond silvered streets.