cold_sunlight z rays do not shine, they freeze, under gray skies, and they flutter in the uneven wind, lone and together, they push, limply, wilting leaves, satisfying no one, they hang and wave, loose and dry in the wet air, open and festering on endless howl, the dogs are under the porch and after the wind sweeps around the corner, eyes open, weeping dust, wearing glare, and softly cringing against the next gust, the next ray, the next gutter, and stops 121005 ... Doar hunkering down, warmth only with layers, screening against the known cold. It could be that the sunlight isn't cold but the heart that feels it. . 121005 ... () () 121005 ... unhinged or that the earth under our feet betrays us turns away from the warmth 121006 ... epitome of incomprehensibility today southern Ontario's usually warmer than Montreal, but it finally feels like October and I felt a little lonely, and the evening grew cloudy. Nature shouldn't bend to poetic fallacy like that. SUCH a clee-shay, Nature, you should know better. 121006 what's it to you? who go blather from