Dartington Catch

Still Woman


Massive and unmoved by seasons,

she looks over a carpet of seeds.
Chestnuts fall like Mexican sweets 

during La Posadas. They’re strewn

around her stone bench

while a squirrel threads and tacks

across the tenure of her trunk;

its tail, a stole, adds grey breaths.

Autumn breaks open and runs on

in waves, while she has to be

perfectly anchored in that body;

her jigsaw shape locking the garden

together, where leaves reengage

to feather the hollow of her waist.


Bring flowers on this winter night

where all the garden sleeps

                                beneath its leaves

I ache for the sweet of petal...