I feel it

I feel it sweeping

in – new coolness in the rooms,

through the cracks it’s sneaking

Early afternoon

early afternoon,

overcast; peeling potatoes

and sorting my thoughts

A new ritual

a new ritual –

to leave a little lantern

burn in noiseless nights

Oh my

oh my – a flower

garden! silent delight; all

the senses come alive

Put the kettle on

put the kettle on

to boil new soba; drizzle

soy sauce for flavour