Autumn colours burn

In the hedgerow canopy

Should I let it go?

I don’t know how to

Say what I mean without

Saying what I don’t

Crisp clear morning air

Sweeps shadows across the plain

Questions unanswered

If I could just run

And never reach the finish

I would see it all

Rain retted seed heads

Bow and bend and break and blow

Hopes scatter and fall

Mend these broken nets

Connection knits into strength

Together we stand

Over the next hill

The green grass lures me in

No gain without loss

Instead of trees, grass

Instead of beasts, emptiness

Instead of bees, drones

The bright light above

Roam the lonely borderlands

The shadow below

Old stones fringed with moss

Summer singed at the edges

Sunlight tinged with loss

Get thoroughly lost

That’s the first step in any

Proper adventure