To The Margins Light rain veils the clouds, blanketing shadows, Pushing them to the background, to the margins. Autumn provides context to our marginal existence. Stuck on the precipice, Brightly coloured leaves hanging precariously On the gallows of misspent time. Time wasted, time lost to inaction, to Indolence, graft and protectionism. Protectionism, but not protection. The latter is too high a price to pay. Money does not grow on trees, invested For those rainy days that wash farm to sea And homes under high water mark until Light rain veils the clouds, blanketing shadows.