As the season flames
The world outside, a picture in the window
shines glorious golds, show-casing smears
unpolished
for nothing’s perfect.
Spiders for example are moving in for autumn
colonising on tip-toes
then crafting daily webs
now hung about with diamonds.
And field mice too are everywhere in numbers
dashing and darting
tiny deceivers glimpsed then gone
our home now theirs, apparently
winter quarters chosen.
October’s first cool nights
and russets orange reds
send signals loud as Morse
It’s time to hunker
as the season flames in dying fall
unleaving
loveliest imperfection.
20th October 2024, Hounoux
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