John Tustin – 1 poem



In the approaching dark of autumn

I hear her song come lilting in to me

On these breezes that slow, then cease.


I sing my own songs and they go out

And float along other breezes until

They come gently into her own sad room.


In the approaching dark of autumn

Her songs reach my ears and mine hers.

Never will we meet, our songs now lying flat


On our own floors.




John Tustin:

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at

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