a ramble through autumn
castlewards by autumn light
smoked rayed these bonfire days
butterflies long gone and butterfled
for the days are growing cold
kick rustle leaves down narrow ways
a conspiracy of orchard light
settling in all the red skins
of apples meant for pies
walk besides the sea with me
how gentle seems the rise and fall
the buoys are bare for all
the boats are safe ashore
there in the east
the wind will rise one day soon for sure
the sea will rise and cast ashore
the flotsam of the year
back west the weltering sun has gone
the shadow light creeps by hours
weary are our steps it seems
but what’s in our hearts is ours
by hours and hours
all takes it turn to turn
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