when trees glow in a robe of gold
when passing pours its flask of wine
over the ripened fields
the eye sinks deep into a cobalt sky
where shards of summer clouds
melt into haze in darkening west
like footsteps lost in sea
this is again the time of life
where shadows lengthen, creeping cold
from careless heights standing against
the paling evening light
a mist enshrouds the outer world
where pathways lead into a nowhere
a wall of stillness from a blinding light
a leaf relinquished as the only colour.
