October 4

TUESDAY 22

The first of Brumaire,
not much mist or gloom, and the
sun even breaks through.

WEDNESDAY 23

All the way from town,
a woman talks about the
life-cycle of bears.

THURSDAY 24

The latest leaves on
the lime trees are miniature,
yellow, descending.

FRIDAY 25
For days, a leather
glove has lain on top of this
wall, soaked by the rain

SATURDAY 26

Now it won’t be as
light at 6 as this bruised sky
until Valentine’s

SUNDAY 27

Fields are flooded but
I can’t look up for the sun
searing the windscreen.

MONDAY 28

The glove is still there,
damp, cold, silhouetted in
water underneath.