LOULOU
Green marbled eyes
your whiskers emerge from
black points.
I can see the reflexion of
the window behind me in
your eyes which look at me
pleading or loving.
you dip your paw into my mug of milk
and like corned beef.
17 years my friend, we have been together,
never a cross word, never a scratched chair
Loulou, sweet, saintly Loulou
persecutated by the brutal Max
jealous of your calm and joyful ease.
Loulou if cats could be saints
You would win the crown.
Copyright L. Ivison 2025
9th September 2025
This light, this light at 11.01 a.m.
shines through the stained glass windows
and hits these flagstones, here and there
and over there, 45 degrees. sharp light
momentary sunlight. When was the last time
you shone so? Last year, the 9th of September?
but no. was the sun shining?
how many times in 1,000 years have
you shone on these same stones at this hour?
who would know how many 9ths of September were sunny?
Streams of light, unnoticed on these warn flagstones
you have reappeared today, mysteriously,
momentarily, silently, warmly.
Copyright L. Ivison 2025
The bells are ringing 'Dang, ding, ding,ding,ding, Dang'
The death knell.
the deep shadows of the church
are the death knell of summer
they are silent and creep
mysterious, hidden, ignored.
you cannot ignore the deathknell
it harkens, it is calling,
everyone of us, as we scuttle
through the chilly streets.
tedious daily tasks call us
forgetting everyone
that one day that same bell
will ring for us
when our work is done
Copyright L.Ivison 2025
1st September
Welcome. Month of dark shadows
blinding sharp sunlight
puddles and reflections;
month declaring the beginning of
the end of another year
the earth tips on its axis
hurtling towards winter.
welcome breathes of sweet cool air
twisting brambles, blackberries
first fires, and ghostly mist
tree bending gusts of wind
dead leaves dancing.
i too am in my autumn
but summer sun shines in
my heart
ready now for my depart.
