Originally written 25th October 2017. Very late night, in a Jura foothills little wooden cabin. Just over a day away from a place I might have called ‘home’ for some months –

Awoke, to the waxing call
of a guttering candle,
and eternal sighs
of a creamy crescent moon,
burying itself in hill shoulder.
Time, to wonder
and write to it,
all, with love.