Walking past the building
where hurt animals are brought to heal,
between clouds' graphite masses
and storm-indigo of hills,
recalling hosts of sunflowers
once growing here to either side,
tall enough to beam down on my face
or even hide among,
I realise there's no other place
to call my home but in my skin,
whose pores, now sensing autumn rain,
prime themselves for change and chill;
and in my mind, where sunflowers
glow out of season and undimmed...
Uninvited autumn
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2008
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It is possible to ask you This your name or a pseudonym the Wife of the Wooden house?
English language I it is very interesting to me study, but in verses it seems to me is lost sense in comparison with Russian how consider?
It is possible to learn where do you live and why your verses in English, in fact on Russian site in fact for certain it is less than readers?
Thanks! Yours faithfully,
Спасибо! С уважением,
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