It's about the weather, sex and the thought of death. Or have I got it all wrong? In the UK for six weeks and the weather is really dreadful. Surely it takes its toll and even if down for normal reasons the weather adds the finishing touches! (Can't wait to return to Italy & Thailand — 2016)
Frosts set hard their white teeth,
gleam in the pinched bark,
Leaves on the white grit
lay their flagged sheets.
In the blood spills
the same slow bite
of frost. The worm on our bones
whitens our minds.