Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Autumn Clouds are not at all Like Minnows
Autumn clouds are not at all like minnows
Except when they are, and they are today
Tumbling all silver and grey in the rippling sky
Swimming from the north in a river of cold
Shoaling up against the last of summer
Like waves and leaves and lives upon the shores of time
Today is all shivery and splashy-wet
Our moth-balled coats should have been aired last week
I’m glad we’re home today, just you and me
We’ll light the fire, and brew a pot of tea
Shall we invite the minnows in?
