The Moya View

Tag: summer

  • She Supposes

    She Supposes

    She supposes a life beyond this wooden bench,this windswept summer day, this clear blue bay with fur seals mewling on the distant rocks.What will her husband, father, kids do if she dies? Nearby, a boy and girl are playing in the sandy grass.Just watching, a father and son, on another bench,we’re talking sports, memories of…

  • Northern Autumn and Southern Sun

    Northern Autumn and Southern Sun

    The cold blows north and the city falls into the cycles of a leafless world. It feeds off the brick, licks the shoes, tastes the cotton of jackets, gnaws hands clutching the last warmth of summer close to their heart, cuddling its last embers, huddling to the next soul with faint fires when it goes…