Autumn Walks

 1.
Trees split the light

Softly

Prizing away

Sinews

Like a surgeon,

Through to

The Sun’s

Fleshy core.

Leaves glow yellow

In the gloaming.

Sunny reds

Fleck the endless

Floor.

No chestnuts rust

The grass,

Not yet. But

Squirrels forage

For crumbs and

Tit-bits huddled

Under-leaf, left,

Last morsels

Of the Brightness

Lost to Day.

 

2.

 

The light recedes
Behind

The trees and lights

Fold out electric

Strips across

The Lake,

No thought for sleep.

The birds, in trees,

In lake, must

Hood their

Eyes,

Hide lids in down

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