Makes me feel at ease

walking to a time

a place

that's pouring out its colours

that's flaunting all this brightness

to show all of its loss



where trees cast a swirl

of golden shadows

all around them

spindly hands

splaying sad fans

of ochre

cinnamon

and rust



protectively

linking arms above

sheltered by this silence

to keep this secret hidden

warm

beneath a low sky