Kindred Twigs

Autumnal ecstasy blends these two:

Lacelorn hands on the diamond wood,

Leaf-writ circles plead for floodlit silence.

Season of decay is the soberest wine of joy.

He can tide the longest winter:

Let the robin sing in tune to his guitar.

The snow-bright ring finger beckons

To his twelve-string fireside vigil.

Song bright eyes wax lyrical in their wicks.

Such a twinking light is Donald.

Herbal springtime is the menageric property

Of these removers.

She is a Dryad of the woodland haunt.

Her head a blaze of beechwood bonfire,

Silhouetted in a summer glade,

Is kept in russet remembrance of apricots.

Her walk amongst nettles is accomplished.

Such a cherished bough is Cathy.