Another Autumn

Another autumn

On the trill track of time

Another majesty

Another unforeseen sigh.

Another whispering pine

Another decline

One more inward tear.

A meekly flown golden stream.

Another stitch in time

Another year we’ll meet

In a starch London suite

Another string to their bow

Another year they’ll have grown

To present more immune.

Another long-cawing crow

Another unresolved open me

Looking for a stone

Another tear.

One more amputee tree

Another upward-spiral helicoptering leaf

Another unsighted breeze

Another wind getting up

To quickly recede

Another Karrimor gait

Another cloud-break

Another gaggle of teens

Another teetering tot

Another pigeon-chested boy,

With leash slung over his sleeve.

Another me.

Another walk into nowhere

From nowhere

Another autumn, another year.