And tonight
the first frost,
t’will come
leafless
in frozen fogs
through the shrouded
hoods
of skeletal trees,
behind waves,
hidden,
in the October wind,
the drifting call
of invisible seas.
And from the harbour
of seasons,
the moon rises
beyond
the ferrying clouds,
of skies
the moon blinks
and blinks again,
October sails,
choosing or not
whether to reveal
or weather to hide.
For further still
from across
the firmament
of constellations
time and light
‘listen,’
the wind whispers
‘take hold
dear Autumn
of my hand,
reach out
to the heavens,
be with me
and lie with me
sleep with me,
sleep with me
tonight, tonight’
And so slow
to the turning
of seasons
and farewells
these quiet passing
of days
for Autumn is
no more,
as time turns
and winter
opens November
to the skies
travelled from
what was past
to be here
another year
but not as before
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