For all daylight hours of this magical season
I lingered along the edge of a lake and
Was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves
And all sounds are as crisp as autumn air.
The leaves fall and the wind blows
Pastures smell with uneaten placentas
The lovely autumn days, the new mown hay.
Pigeon in the morn, cuckoo in the noon,
Corncrake in the eve, the wasps in the jam
The smell of gorse, the look of the gorse.
Apples falling, children walking on leaves
Larch turning brown, the chestnuts falling
Winds howling, the sea breaking over the pier
The milkweed pods are breaking and
Bits of silken down floating on breeze
I stood for a while under autumn tree
The cripple wind moved among the leaves
Voices of the insects, deer by the fence
This autumn dusk has brought me tears.
January 4, 2015
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