Like autumn when it changes when the breeze begins its new idea
and cool air slips between the roses (yes this is the turn) and when
the colours in the garden all withdrawn and muted seem
to be a copy of themselves the hollyhocks freckled with bites
meaning that summer's over meaning that hings change but you love change
how good it is the end of rapture cool and long like the first evening drink
Leap by Fiona Sampson

















