Chilled Autumn Eve

Chilled Autumn Eve 

lost in space, or a bench at a park 
my mind once a swirl, now just as dry as these leaves 
scattered about, shades amber and brown 
i could just drown, in this sea of a park 
trees bare branch, stripped of all 
naked, as the wind caresses us 
chills carry down the timbers, 
but i feel yet not, still fraught 
with a lack, that no chilled autumn eve, 
could ever hack. 

12/12/21 – Andy McRae