I stand at the window
staring at the rusty leaves
as they spin in ever widening circles.
Just above my lawn
they are dancing with the wind
but my thoughts are miles away
with her
and the argument.
A battle waged long distance
via the telephone
she has cursed me
and hung up
has said we’ll never speak again.
Then suddenly the cell,
still in my shaky hand
rings out her reconsideration
and my train of thought
is blown away.
Just like those autumn leaves
caught in the strong gusts
outside my window
beneath the cold, grey sky.
-24 Sept 2016