The Hornet

Send us Fan MailHornetShe first sat as a queen,silhouettedstill against the opening dawn, upon the window ledge the earth eclipsed, the moon standing, summer abandonedupon the rising,morning, the lightand edge behind her.For it’s colder now,September, motionless waiting, steepeningbehind her frozen form,as if deciding,the way of the world,the hornet turned her back upon the summer, sleeping late and cold,across the mists she lifts and leaves,August left behind,abandoned,flying uncertainly,over the garden lawn.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]