If Seasons Swell

If swallows scissor scarlet skies and gather summer on their wings; then seasons shift to autumn tones as gnats retune the evening's song. If apples swell with ozzing juice that slowly drips on wooden floors then purpled fruit release their stench in time that slowly stretches hours. If stubbled fields are stacked and stooked with hay in gilded packs that sway then harvest yields beneath the moon reflecting fallen bronzen leaves. A sharpened odour fills the air as bonfires smoulder vacant lands