A Tune of Autumn

A Tune of Autumn 

Heather on my lips
Needles in my eyes
A wisp smoke on the eve
Before it all burnt down 

Daydreamt dragons
In a lair exquisite
I pilfer one piece
But only leave
A little toasted 

Silver melody bellows, 
Carries through the wind
Past my ear as I wallow
Bunkered under a willow 

A tune of autumn
Of the end of seasons
Yet the beginning of others 

9/11/21 - Andy McRae