The random word generator gave me this (almost) cadralor.
On the cusp
1
Weeks pass, waylaid by silence.
No bell speaks to ring the change
from one half-year to the next, but
the fire is laid, a light into winter dark.
2
Dogs track rabbits, sniffing the remains
of their feasting all around the house.
Humans are not alone
in having a sense of humour.
3
The car stops by the river, a family
clambers across the river stones,
parents to plunder garden decorations,
children build a cairn.
4
In this quiet place of water noise
and wind among the last leaves,
the sky is noisy with chemical trails,
military visiting cards.
5
Pain throbs inside and out,
sunlight prickles, darkness howls,
but among the trees by the stream,
the only drum beat is the woodpecker.
Published on November 01, 2022 06:43