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.