the dew comes before the stars cloying my clothes and damping the grass as i pull the season’s growing from the paths, clear the ponds of roots and stem for autumn rain. a new crescent rides the fading sky and mist is breathing the valleys – under my feet the soil cools, singing the song…
autumn comes in veils of mist, singing her songs of plenty. while birds, clattering wings and chatter, gorge themselves drunk on sweetness and fruit.
silent as noon in summer the heat of the day turns sunlight sugar sweet – and fruit begins to ripen around sleeping seed, and we sigh into that silence and settle to the turning of the year.