summer into autumn

 summer into autumn

so now the fungi come

through the dew-damp mornings

the haze

the ways in which summer says

to the lavender bees

hurry hurry

now

see how the golden days

are yellow browning at the edges

falling 

almost in the no breeze

mellowing in long-drawn breaths

long-shadowed dawns

dew-damp lawns

the garden spiders’ webs

dream catchers failing

to see the russets

do you 

see the russets of your changing mind

the windfall thoughts

the sugar creamed tarts

the loaded jam shelves

ahhhhh

is all that can be said 

of what has been 

is now the time 

for snoozes

see how the cat moults one more time 

before the woolly jumpers and the coats

are brought out of the camphor drobes

the harvests of butterfly dust twitching

in just once more settling in the breeze

laying low through the stubble

the hint of a grass fire in the making

of an evening

see

do you see now

how this is all a watercolour 

along the lines of every time 

you cannot resist one last touch

one last stained blackberry

one last petal held to a nose

for it is changing

oh yes 

now that you mention it

i can see it

and there is nothing to be done

but to watch the savour

fade away with you now

for it is getting dark

and nights are drawing in