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!