Autumn arrives

Autumn arrives, and with it
Days of Indian summer, followed
By swift descent of sun, with
Softly muted colour on the horizon.
Autumn arrives, with berries plump
And black on every bush between
Here and the crossroads. The grass
Still growing strong but wetter for
Longer, making the cutting a gift,
A blessing perforformed in a
Sweet sanctuary of place. Autumn
Srrives with the school notes and
Timetables and satisfying conflicting
Rights. Autumn. Stand tall and taste
Each sweet berry. Autumn. A precious
Gathering in, of all that was sowed.