After the Daylight (2)

Send us Fan MailAnd tonight the first frost, t’will come leafless in frozen fogs through the shrouded hoods of skeletal trees, behind waves,hidden,in the October wind, the drifting callof invisible  seas. And from the harbourof seasons,the moon rises beyond the ferrying clouds, of skiesthe moon blinks and blinks again, October sails, choosing or notwhether to revealor weather to hide.For further stillfrom across the firmament of constellations time and light ‘listen,’ the wind whispers ‘take hold dear Autumnof my hand, reach out to the heavens, be with meand lie with mesleep with me,sleep with metonight, tonight’And so slowto the turningof seasonsand farewells these quiet passing of days for Autumn isno more, as time turnsand winter opens Novemberto the skiestravelled fromwhat was past to be here another year but not as [email protected]