Oswald's Autumn

I have done

what you have not

or would not then the

moment that met your eye

is not the same

as the moment in which

those clouds held

the breath and light that

lit that day.

Here in January

a rose bloomed once

a little,

red-folded one.

There is

more than meets

the eye

"what meets the eye"

you asked but

I could not answer I

felt disappointed

completely betrayed, all-through.