Equinox

Fall selects its colours well;
red, russet, aubergine – amber...
the colour of her eyes,
and in the soft hum of night
I remember how I fell for her
that summer.

Lazy, daisy-chain days
when we walked
the purple valleys
of the hills – talked
about the sky, and watched
the cattle-horns of eager stars.

But summer turned
to autumn all too soon,
and we went back to school;
yet we learned more from lessons -
such that could be taught
by fallen leaves.