Salute
brown leaf held to his hat,
woollen and blue-edged,
his scarf a tongue spilling
unrolled, coat buttoned up
against the biting weather.
Lion faces on fluffy mittens
dance from his arm holes
on white elastic strings.
He grips the stem tightly,
never wanting to let go.
It covers his whole head
like a secondary cap, a tap
to autumn’s steady blush.
Sunday, 20 June 2021
A Poem a Day (443): Salute
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