A Poem a Day (222): On the Northern line

On the Northern line 

This lazy summer of toppling trees,

Twisted bark, barest lemon leaves.
You wear it til the winter sheds
Its harsh light on your past redress,
And you’ll need nothing else but this
As the imagination wills and plays
And re-rescues you again and again,
Like the seasons can’t bear to leave you
With nothing but wolves in the hills. 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 26, 2020