It will come as mysterious as cinnamon,
and if you don’t know cinnamon
it may present itself to you
as apple pie, or mulled wine
- and you will remember,
there must have been times,
there must have been - times
in cinnamon flavours and allspice,
when nutmeg raindrops dark outside
felt like gentle fingers stroking your hair,
until what wasn‘t known, becomes bolder,
asserting itself in unrecognisable moments;
and unrecognised, will leave
replacement raindrops, the darkness, the window,
and many other objects of habit,
living in them, what wasn't known,
until there was cinnamon.
