Share this postHaikumarcbrimble.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherHaikuMarc BrimbleNov 18, 20236Share this postHaikumarcbrimble.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOther4ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedeven so early in the pond the fish are sleeping clocks go back I miss the starlings every morning end of Autumn my cat collects herself into my lap
Really love the implication of cat being liquid--‘cause usually rain collects. Overall I got the sense of “missing out” not only of sleep but of the joys we are accustomed to that the time shift deprives us from
This sounds nostalgic but also accepting of the changing seasons .The cat nestling on your lap promises cosy Winter nights.Nice work Marc.