October 2020

When the red mums pop
And the yellow yarrow waves
When the lavender sleeps
And the moneywort fades

Then the leaves drop, drop
On these lichen-splattered rocks
And an old wound throbs
As the silence mocks

My whispered wish:
‘Oh come for a spell!
Let me feel you smile
If you do, I can as well.’

But the North wind blows
And the great oak shakes
And the hawk, he knows,
Love’s found here: stay awake.

-Allegra Jordan, 2020

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