Autumnal musings

From an old favourite by Stewart Henderson:

 

" ...In the shaping and stacking

of this pruning season,

when there are a few, final flowers

let us be

still, facing Autumn

as the soil turns over

and becomes amethyst

whilst sleeping,

and the wombs of muted roots

brood with honey and hue.

 

For what appears as in demise

then contradicts,

what's dead can rise."

 - Stewart Henderson, Still, Facing Autumn, Plover Books, 2001