It’s Slow Start Sunday for your Editor, on Day 721 of the Daily Poems, and I just wanted to have a lie-in – so this little piece by our poet AndyRew struck a chord. At least, its incipit did, and then the drama unfolded in an unexpected direction.
Leave me be
November nabbed me
by the wrist
near dragged into
the woods – a tryst,
autumnal
‘pon a bed of leaves
Once heavy heart
now all unheaved
AndyRew