Time has flown from May to Septemberthe Winter of my days heralded by Autumnno Indian summer like some I rememberbut odd flashes of heat returnedin the rollercoaster from May to Septemberfloods, fires, heatwaves what a year it’s beena metaphor for my own life’s glowing ember,an ember stolen from the gods wrapped in a leafand whose … Continue reading Promethean Autumn