Michaelmas
September equinox, below the surface.
The tunnel, the burrow, and buried, yet—
a holy day: Michaelmas,
with slight blade of light
Appears, bracing and recovered
from some remembered book.
J E Shipley is a new writer from the East Midlands of England. She is working on her first poetry collection. Contact: js.bookbench@gmail.com
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