AT THE HUT    2011

10.30am
The rain has stopped...
weak sun tingles
fire soaks the air hot

My bladder pressures me from
my nest of warmth
Time to examine the roses in my
old scratchy dressing gown

Last night I ate a dinner of duck
cooked by a Latvian Count
my mother bought home
for the last 18 years

Svelt! We tossed brandy
with sugared lemon chasers

Today the battered roses
sweet scent the crispy air

all is well
all is well