Season’s Dawn
Dawn beckons
behind the curtain,
pulling the sky
to one side,
for rain is forecast,
the barometer’s falling
and morning whispers
to the rising
winter tide.
For autumn’s coming,
September creases
with scattered rags,
of storm
and cloud,
the dawning confidence
of a late summer sky
wrapped in mists,
river ghosts,
and harvest shrouds
For whilst the swallows
have yet to gather,
they fly lower,
and lower,
feeding on the sunlight,
they scream together
at the sun,
‘don’t hide,
don’t hide’
And above their wings
there is waxing
of moonlight,
the silver cup
of a fragile dawn,
for there are days
left to wonder,
the chill and wind
of October,
-can wait
in summers pocket,
for the last
of heat,
and summer warmth.
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