FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS

AUTUMN

I thought I heard her coming, yesterday.

Tickling the leaves.
Shaking the laden fruit trees,
Blowing grey clouds into spun sugar wisps.
Her work already begun.

This morning there’s a chill about me.
The suggestion of an extra blanket.
Clothes airers and knitting.
And i know she’s here.

Busy working.

Read more autumnal poetry here and here.

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