Autumn and a tree stands
All alone
Its Summer shelter shed
In yellow and gold
Then a passing cloud
Curling, spreading
Holds still
For just a moment
And Spring’s glory
Returns
A fleeting memory of
White Blossom
Apart after so many days together
Where have you gone my travelling cloud
Moving over fields anew, but thinking
I will not forget to come back
Though Summer is coming to an end
And Autumn’s seas are cold and grey
We walk without immediately
Beginning to talk together
A sharp wind stirs the tree tops
With a rustle, like a sigh
Which hangs in the Winter air
Before falling back to silence
I look unseen at your wind-blown hair
Delighting in your unconscious beauty
You are looking, as always, at the wild scene
And the wilderness is looking back at you
Knowing when the Spring comes
The sea will be bluer than the skies above