Each season’s magic

Somehow fragile and fleeting

Light shining through leaves

Rise up and flee from

The hollow voice of scarecrows

Rattling our skull

If I too should fall

Or curl up into a ball

This is the long haul

Look inside yourself

What’s beneath that fragile shell?

Don’t let the wind win

Crows tear quiet clouds

With cunning cries that echo

Of concealed crimes

Frost fans final flames

‘Fore falling fellow fireleaves

Freely furnish floors

Sun gilt limbs glimmer

Holding our breath in their sway

Throat stuck words in clay

Behind this window

Truth lies, answering questions

That hide deep inside

Gentle clouds hang low

Sweeping over folded brows

Seek the ones I missed

The pendulum creep

Darkness drives the season seep

Dropping off to sleep

Wind stripped limbs sway low

Leaving last year’s load strewn through

Crenellated fields

Mottled night light hangs

Tween half life and half bright lay

My shadow still grey

As seas come from rain

And pure silver from a flame

Like seasons I change

Do you want to reach

The summit, the highest peaks

Or languish below?

So the colours fade

Autumn bronze to winter grey

We fall into shade

All ideas are free

Who gives them power to rise?

Just a few survive

Could we stay hidden

Waiting in this hollow hole

While the world moves on?

Your golden crown falls

Still home to buzzard and mice

In your autumn years

Camera pointed up

Can you see something I can’t?

I suppose I can

Yet however high

I climb, there will always be

A higher mountain

Though the water moves

The falls seem to stay the same

Going nowhere fast

The further I see

The fewer and less I know

Where I want to go

Just before the sun

Breaks out over rugged moors

There is great relief