Smokey eyes sting red

Tired tears tear us apart

As sparks fly upwards 

Spreading up the trees 

Setting everything alight

Autumn burns like fire

The heart of the storm

We give each other shelter 

Under broken wings

From the old stone walls 

To the wide flat horizon 

Through Ulysses’ eyes 

Indifferent waters

Envelope my tired limbs

Sink slowly under

Lights on black water 

Dizzy in the confusion 

Crossed wires sparks fly 

On a rocky cragg

Withstanding the roaring sea

The lighthouse hermit

The blue horizon

The never ending journey 

Invisible gaps

A solar eclipe

Strangers passing in the dark

So close yet so far

Grey mist surrounds me

Carried by ocean currents

Still waters run deep

The last butterflies

Shiver in the painted skies

As the summer dies

Misty apple dew

Glistening on orchard lawns

A morning treasure 

Shimmering sand dunes 

A never ending river

Turning to mountains 

Two lonely voices 

Pulling against each other

And speaking to me

Tangled up heartstrings 

Woven into twisted knots

Never unravel 

A blazing autumn 

Burning the world to orange 

As when flint hits steel

The old man’s beard 

Clinging to ancient hedgerows

Waiting for a spark

These wasted fields 

Ripped into shreds by machines

While the last owl hoots

Cloud covered full moon

What secrets can be hidden

In seventeen words? 

The fat orange moon

Squeezing out every last drop

Of desperate daylight 

On a heron’s wing

Up where the orange autumn

Leaves the year behind 

Under the wood pile

With the frogs and the rabbits

Reduced to worm casts

Staring carefully 

Into every tiny drop

Rain is nature’s tears

I read the autumn 

Between the lines and the veins

Of these thin dead leaves