Recluse

A friendly fog upon my mind, it hogs the sheets and wriggles, so rises me to go unwind with blades, with ducks and ripples.

At ease, we land, a tea in hand, the cosiest debriefing. At once, I’m grand, the freeze disbands, as trees upon their leafing.

I’m Autumn now; an orange brow comes loose, for how I tussle and truce with winds that won’t allow but one recluse unrustled.