Do toes remember sunshine? Do they wake up each morning & say, whilst half-asleep & under layers of duvet, remember that summer of sun & sea & salt on our skin? Do they long for the heat & warmth & light that seeps gradually, irresistibly, into sinews & bones? Do they say, enough of socks … Continue reading Sunshine Toes
Autumn comes with mists and showers, The evenings they close in; Coldness threatens, darkness lours And I get pissed on gin.