My cosmopolitan bird

dusting off its feathers in the light
radiant sun.

Paralleled
I’m about to retract, retreat into the cold
leaves that have long captured the light
are falling, bright and autumnal

Experts say the pent-up energy of the long, hard winter
could produce the most spectacular spring in years

I left you in the winter
to a summer
now the winter of my own tides has come

In London
This is my wish for you,
new growth, flowering
But I’m clinging to you like the cold

I know it’s all ebb and flow,
winter comes for me, summer for you - winter for you, summer for me.
I’m insisting on being the season behind
left behind