Susanne Morning
Autumn/Winter
She sits alone,
the ghosts of leaves
cackle at her feet.
Cellphone incubates
in pregnant hands.
The weather drops
its grief.
Glass needles warp and weft
on winter’s weave,
prick her eyes
and make her cry.
The days are falling down.
Susanne Morning is a New Zealander currently working in Asia as a university lecturer. She has been published in several international journals and anthologies and is currently working on a collection of her own. When she is not writing she may be found engrossed in her life mission; a universal quest for truth and true love. Her website is www.susannemorning.com.