Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Autumn


Changes in my body;
poignant tug and pull of
release and surrender.
Tiredness.

Summer gone
and what harvest?
Enough for autumn
Enough to eke out winter
Enough to last out storms.

The sky turns pink;
plucks gold from
shrubs and bushes
Leaves them bare.

We turn inward
Relish whatever
scraps the sun offers.
Enjoy the harvest.