The flat spot
At the top
Of the up down
Arable and
Farm land acres
Hedgerows almost
Into fences
Trees without leaves
Long shadows follow
The line of the plough
A sunset, bigger
Than a cathedral
A moon decked
With all of Saturn’s rings
Or so it seems
Does it mean
I have seen into
A deeper autumn
Or is the clean air
A warmness of your giving
