Season’s Dawn

Send us Fan MailSeason’s Dawn Dawn beckons behind the curtain, pulling the skyto one side, for rain is forecast,the barometer’s fallingand morning whispersto the rising winter tide.For autumn’s coming,September creases with scattered rags, of storm and cloud,the dawning confidence of a late summer sky wrapped in mists,river ghosts, and harvest shroudsFor whilst the swallows have yet to gather,they fly lower,and lower, feeding on the sunlight,they scream together at the sun, ‘don’t hide, don’t hide’And above their wingsthere is waxing of moonlight, the silver cupof a fragile dawn,for there are days left to wonder, the chill and wind of October, -can waitin summers pocket, for the last of heat,and summer warmth. [email protected]