1st September, 2015
REMEMBER, REMEMBER, THE lST OF SEPTEMBER!
WHITE SKIES, MIST, MUSHROOMS
BERRIES AND PULLED CURTAINS
LAST HEAT, TREES COLOURED BY A
CHILD.
SHADOWS DARK AS DEATH
SWIFTS DEPART
HARVEST ROLLED
BREATHE IN THE SHARP AIR,
HOW MANY SEPTEMBERS REST?
NONE OR ONE OR THIRTY.
COUNTING AND DOWN
ONCE THE INFINITE AUTUMN
FIXED, FOREVER
STRETCHED BEFORE ME AND
NOW RESTS A MEMORY.
Foutoux 1 September 2015 Copyright.
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