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
