Lessons from the dispossessed
by Catherine Ayres
You are fallow and there’s peace in it,
like November light barely stretching over a stubbled field.
Warm yourself where you can.
A winter tree must wear its stark geometry against every sky
and suffer the feather of birds in its bare branches.
There will be other summers.
Sometimes you will curve your head round broken glass
and be welcomed by the wholeness of the moon,
or catch the grace of an owl in litter unfolding in a lorry’s wake.
These things are gifts. Take them.
Lessons from the dispossessed first appeared in Issue 6 of Bare Fiction Magazine in November 2015.