Autumn Afternoon
Wild and shining day.
Light streams on spider's silk
Snagged and blowing from the thorns.
Sunlight splashes fallen leaves,
gold on copper under the beech.
My gilded curly dog breathes clouds of gold.
Deep earth scented browns and ochres
are sighing at summer's end.
Decked in dancing reds and yellows
the apples are tossed from the trees,
while a blue and tumbling sky
ruffles and sparkles the pond.
The sun is sinking to the hill.
In the fading afternoon
the reeds rustle stiffly
sheathed in cold gold.