Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Burning Autumn

The leaves are heavy with falling,

Burning autumn, soaked

In a sweet density,

The thick meat of memory

Juices underfoot,

A final scent, pressing

The weight of the year to ground.


These days bruise, 

Swollen echoes

Ache and sharpen,

Recollection seasons my veins;

Your lonely age whispers

From an earthy grave

Ahead of me,

Crushed colours 

Cry spirals in a purple dusk,        

Distance waves from the wings of deserting birds

Beating their retreat on fireworked skies.