autumnsun the soft light close
bloom-in-falling yellow choice
damp the day each circle ending
fade the sky as eyes smile tight

the subservience of sunflowers
posed and heavy with dried yellow
spreads over fields of faded growth;

the sun stages the horizon
of sparse trees and hedgerows,
beyond the hope of lost gold.

a basin of white chipped enamel
tips the wash over the pale streets;
lights appear in the random order

of secret intent, confused stars in
an untidy sky light the northern stone;
hours slip behind  a rook's shadow

as a rain curtain falls : we sigh with
routine,we are waiting for a small, clean death,
trapped between the sun and the moon

the sea the skin of a wet dog,
black the beach; a ruined church,
the coastal lights a string of lesser ways;
we are as empty as a dropped shell
pulled across the ebb, a ripple of salt..

and as the night gets deeper
a dragon breathes like the tide:
no mistake, the dark needs its hours

mucho akimbo, all elbows and knees
sudden as summer rain, white as paper
he falls through doors and windows;

then,

closed like a shop on Sunday,
shutter-eyed, still as a nightbrook,
a dry wheel under clouds; silent.

heavier than down;
pulling and falling;
red-kneeled prayer to the god

of downstairs and tears;
of steps, stones and caves,
flapping like a torn flag

the fool of terra, trapped under
the bricks of this world;
flightless, too low to rise.

d the close triangle, with a small japanese bridge,
then the longjob c, stretching like a rained web,
e? a family with one son running to heaven,
f the big car, heavy with chrome, then g that
opens like a cool river tide, a an honest man
half a hand, b the closed room that locks you up..

these are my friends that will never wane..