it is troubling (this grief) — Frank Prem Poetry

I am troubled by the rattling of the liquid ambar outside my window at work it is a glorious spreading strongly muscled creature that plays host to wattle birds kookaburras and parrots silver-eyes and pardalotes but the leaves . . . the leaves have been an autumn magnificence through all the years I have know the tree rich reds and yellows and shades of orange piles of them on the groundto […]

it is troubling (this grief) — Frank Prem Poetry