September song


Sun beams low

across the stubble


cut corn, burnt out

seed scatters footpath


I dream of strangers.


You called me up

from God knows where


asked to stay & play

those games again:


but like the sun

& autumn breeze


I’ve somewhere else

I need to go.


I’ve kept your words

close on my page


precise love, wild love

laid on my pillow


but this is autumn

of rebirth


a chrysalis of all

I’ve learnt


as Saturn swings

his heavy hand


& age sleeps

on my window:


I’ve packaged up

my choices made


& like the earth

I wait for snow!

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