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.

 

September never ends

 

She believes that with all her will,

she feels that life in such a way will go on forever

with everything turning brown,

discoloured

and ravaged by her constant

beautiful, angry companion,

Time…

 

Four months shy of giving birth

Herself, the world turns ever onwards

but September is the last vestige of everything

and the start of new dark dreams

that will groan in the fire place, smoke

billowing in whispers and memory of days

wrapped in silk and clover

as the most admired woman around,

now shaded as Halig dances sadly

through the falling leaves that

serenade her with their muted despairing screams,

the fall to Earth…

 

takes an age.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015