Autumn Eyes

we sing seasoned songs on oak lacquered guitars, October lyrics the cruelest, over-ripe tunes pucker lips in rouged tones that veer to purple, hands now age-wrinkled like brittle brown leaves, webbed by veins that twist, arms bowed by billowed winds like weeping ash branches buckled by time, contorted and spiralled beneath a canopy of gilt that shimmers in brass shards like an auburn tinted perm. But listen to wailing gnats, whining in winnowing winds that break vocal cords in coarse croakings that croon about past joys now faded as night descends and shades, legs that root my corpse into life's clinging clay despite the erosion of edges, the crimson clouds fleck the fading sky's face as swallows gather shadows. But look into my eyes, ambered in rich Hazel, that flex their lenses from scarlet suns to alabaster moons as autumn arrives. 27/4/2019