meteor shower

there are fewer stars these days

amongst the shrapnel

through the window

the last of summer’s roses

beg to come inside

night flowers  falling

a dog cowers by my side

while fireworks explode

sitting together

a man and dog side by side

watching the moonrise

a flock of starlings

not quite a murmuration

a cat flicks its tail

a patch of blue sky

teasing through banks of grey cloud

makes my heart flutter

raking up the leaves

I find some fallen apples

last gifts of summer

an uncertain wind

empty t-shirts fluttering

washing on the line

finally the call

I set out two coffee cups

for our reunion

between the tombstones

where grasses whisper their thoughts

she stands in silence