Autumn pours her vintage, red
and rippling, into casks
of rough-hewn oak;
smokey avenues damp
with the exquisite balsam
of the gleaning season.
A variation on a theme. :)
‘I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.‘
- Wendy Delsol, Stork
