S.C. Flynn

There are so many details to choose from,

but these are the ones we will notice.

Autumn has turned back, but winter walks on

in chilly loneliness, a signpost

leading to an abandoned garden

where fruit trees, once carefully tended,

keep producing for as long as they can

and the vegetables support the snails

that feed in turn the chickens running free.

The clock in the house wound down and silent.

Published in London Grip