Autumn has arrived
and has stipped bare
the hiding places of summer,
those dark green recesses of cool thought,
are now just imagined.
Gone is the fragmentry observation
of the outside world
of glinting lights picked out
through branches swayed
with shape and colour
as the leaves flowed and eddied
and turned with the sun
giving the sanctuary of a sail at sea.
Keeping watch,
shaded from the observed
There is little now, in the way of cover
to mask
where
I stand.
Those swathes and veils that softened the outlines
obscuring so much
now lie
In wind blown mounds of rotting gold.
Their left behind tracery of sinews
dark against the sky
shiver at every spin of the wind
desperately waving their naked lace
for all to see.
Time to draw closer within
seeking sanctuary
which for now
lies away from the light
deeper
further
darker
Autumn has arrived
we await winter.