A Suburban Walk In Autumn






Rain - an ocean of it
Pavements, gardens, us, under this
Aquatic. All colours deepen
The music of it - a song
of falling, of flood: red-gold
the leaves that settle in gutters
Cold, the windfall apple
Cupped in a palm
The fragrance of it: spiced
Musked, humus:
What falls now, nurtures next year’s fruit.







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