It’s Autumn weather, geese fly by;
Autumn rust,red,gold,so gay. Drystone walls edging fields, Apples gathered,holly berries Flash so brightly Look like flowers Sun shines sideways,shadows long Of trees appear I dwell among Woods of gentle beeches sing Swaying with the sideward wind. See their roots, all intertwined. Feel their geometry in the mind. Look up now into the sky, See the V formation high. Geese fly home at end of day. My heart is moved by patterned dance In this peace and great silence My mind widens like the sky And in this moment I would die, So I would stay with this still vision Of geese set out on autumn mission. Snails in rain pools slither near My feet upon the terrace here And look,upon their whorled backs All the sense of life is packed. And yet so easily Life’s destroyed, When blind foot steps into the void.