Flickering leaf
Your life so small
A cloud for backdrop
Grey turning to gold
Bringing the morning
Breeze blown streams
Beside you the tree, the tree is already bare
Slimmed down to a minimal load
For the winter ahead
Blues, pinks
Wander over the skyline
Shepherd’s warning red sky morning
Still like a skeleton
Magnificent from branch to branch
Closing down for another year
No nests to survive, just you and the sky
With your friend in the foreground
Still covered in leaf
Every cloud has a silver lining
In this early sunrise morning
Bewitched by the gaze of the pink, of the blue
Light glorious light
From where once again
Your pleasure never stops calling
The Levels and the Mendips
Under water-born dew
Natural friendships; oaks, sycamores, sunlight
Shadows cast across the canal
Into the orchard, seeking out
The laws of relative relativity
Rising by the metre
Rising by the mile
Over railway-lines, over radio-waves
The horizon becomes the centre
Settling a balance into the work
The low trees red leaves are waking
The cold grass
Aglow with sprinkled sunshine
Pathways wandering in the waves of fall
Warmth rising
From between the space and the time
From betwixt the here and the now
