November

snow out of a window

I stayed in bed this morning

I felt the cold and my chronic fatigue kicked in

snow fell in drifts

I read a book on a serial killer which sickened me further

into a spiraling depression

So I rang Helen who told me her cat had died

she cried and cried, and I cried

she said she was burying it in her orchard and planting some daffodils on the tomb

staring out of the window and watched the whirling snow

So I dialed your number – you would pull me up from doldrums

inject me with your joy from a sunnier clime

they said you had gone to Singapore

So I stared out of the window and watched the whirling snow.