A sun of peevish yellow its summer mischief gliding in grace-arched branches green tasselled with gold. Cider bottle bearers, kids with paraffin and time to burn, Mr Chainsaw. A sun of peevish yellow its summer mischief gliding in grace-arched branches green dazzled with gold. Its barrows curve around the river valley where the small islands fade and the girls go with bridles and the men with rifles and bicycles have dogs attached and walkers wear their clear rainhats. Honey, crimson, brown, leaves start to tumble down.
Crops gather, stook and stack, golds decay to black.
Ash leaves are the first to take descent in spiralled flight to glide and drift abroad, silent as the butterflies. Honey, crimson, brown, leaves start to tumble down. Crops gather, stook and stack, golds decay to black.