September song

Sun beams lowacross the stubble cut corn, burnt outseed scatters footpath I dream of strangers. You called me upfrom God knows where asked to stay & playthose games again: but like the sun& autumn breeze I’ve somewhere elseI need to go. I’ve kept your wordsclose on my page precise love, wild lovelaid on my pillow but this is autumnof rebirth a chrysalis of allI’ve learnt as Saturn swingshis heavy hand & age sleepson my window: I’ve packaged upmy choices made & like the earthI wait for snow!