November sun

Sharp clinical November sun    
bright cold Sunday stillness      
nature waiting,      
 grey distant clouds,      
a  cat in black and white      
stalking between the trees      
as birds and rat hide.      
A pigeon nest precarious on      
a branch, empty now,      
the year complete; another year      
in times ceaseless procession .      
Crab trees empty, their fruit consumed      
by impatient blackbird and pigeons.      
Winter here again,worms digging deep      
butterflies sleeping, the anniversary clock      
spins slow circles its      
brass orbs aim golden sparks      
upon the ceiling ,sharing golden rays      
 of a noonday sun beyond the window panes.  
Copeland's,Appellation Spring,      
welcome noise as winter,    
stealthy as a  cat in black and white.      
plays across  bar-lines, a rhythm of life      
 beating, pulsating  a future of      
 dreams and escalations.     
soundless black and white,     
silent as a cat; still, as watching rat.      
     
Now the moon freezes all,      
frost comes to close the day     
above, the moon's cold stare,      
a cat in black and white, a      
clock ticking through the night.