An Orange Day the blow-in of tawny gusts frigid tinges - puffs of a polar dragon it’s intemperate hawing sawing at my neck seven spheres in a basket ju jubes of the gods clustered roundness their silvery dimples like jewellery inside-out leaves: falling, flying ticking by like headlines their grasp on frisby days if we’re … Continue reading #NaPoWriMo Day 1 →