Recluse

A friendly fog upon my mind,
it hogs the sheets and wriggles,
so rises me to go unwind
with blades, with ducks and ripples.

At ease, we land, a tea in hand,
the cosiest debriefing.
At once, I’m grand, the freeze disbands,
as trees upon their leafing.

I Autumn now, an orange brow
comes loose, for how I tussle
and truce with winds that won’t allow
but one recluse unrustled.

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