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