october's Fairs are whirling in the dark
snapdragon colours firework sped
crown all the parks and we feel wistful
one by one as if our dreaming days were done
then God touches the leaves with golden arpeggios
and we are overcome;
the moon is lined in cream.
and when it rains it's autumn rain descends
and the earth gives forth a scent
redolent and fairylike as in the former days
past Time and memory's moss, grazed with the stillness
where we wandered
seeking no one's praise but His
who made the october earth to be like this
a colour wheel fizzing in the cooling dark
and all the children in love with dusk,
the blue, the deep raspberry shadows.
mary angela douglas 3 september 2022;27 february 2023
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