A poem to be found in Dorothy Lawrenson’s new collection, The Year (Perjink Press), captures the late autumn feeling: not only the weather and the darkness, but also that dreamy, cocooned feeling you get, and the urge to be tucked up safe and warm with a loved one. Dorothy Lawrenson is a painter as well as an artist, and the founder of the Perjink Press.
Nights when a fox leaves
footprints in late frost
or rain suddenly wakes me
from a dream of rain. The wind
hurls leaves against the window
like a playful suitor.
Your forget-me-not eyes
are closed, your ragged-robin lips
parted. Our legs entwined, we
honeysuckle up together in the dark.