Autumn turns

and the September sky turns Sapphire

as it glimmers against the coming golden

harvest and the thoughts of nestling winter.

 

Halig remembers her time as a boy,

the January child who raged and stormed

at the loss of his mother and the only delight

to found was the springing of trees gracious furniture

as she danced with feline seduction

as the May Queen, now these leaves

and plants are dying

as she walks with severe majesty

in the crisp September morning

glory dew.