An Autumn Afternoon

Raindrops trickled down the neck of the house

Making us shiver as the new season

Knocked on the door and rattled the windows.

The fruit hung grimly from the exhausted

Trees, diseased and mouldy in the greyness.

For a moment, all the disappointments

Of the year, the irrecoverable

Lost hopes were gathered beneath the dark sky.


As if to laugh at this sentimental

Melancholy, or perhaps more kindly,

To lift the mood to the ‘now’ of living,

A shaft of light enriches the red fruits,

The darkness endows a rainbow with sharp

Brilliance and a solemn beauty.


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