this lingering fog

where birds huddle together

heads beneath their wings

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