The Leaves That Are Rattling On The Trees Tonight
Poem By Angharad Davies
I can hear them,
Like distant childrens voices
They tap at the window and when I look they are gone.
I can sense them
Trying to uncurl me from my sleep
Beckoning me to come into the dark purple garden.
By day I am an adult
I block my fear with illusions
Tonight I am an honest child, and I am scared.