Gossamer grip (syntuit)

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above cinnamon
sheets, crackling, rustling
is heard from beach leaves

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michael
2016

*I feel context is needed here as the poem maybe too vague. This in itself probably means it's not true to its form? : Claire and I were walking the dogs in the stately deer park off the Petworth estate. The beach trees had shed most of their leaves (cinnamon carpet), but there were enough left clinging to branches. As the wind blew the dried out golden leaves crackled against each other. Also, in the morning light we observed fine spiders webs in the bracken around. I wondered if the last leaves had been secured by gossamer threads. *