VEULES LES ROSES 20 August 2015 by Foutoux Draft

VEULES LES ROSES  21 August 2015.



We passed the watercress fields
seeing that Autumn had stiched
leaf by leaf its own landscape.
Dusted trees burnt but this
texture of death was a
Sweet tartan from here.

I asked the oak"when and at what time
did the first leaf change" and
received no repy.

Overnight the landscape,
pursued by Shadows turns, Winter's demons
on a leash.

Tentative we breath in knowing
the sullen dark days of November wait
for us and we rush
unwillingly towards this year's death.

Content, just for now, with this
Hot sun which persuades us
That the light will stay with us
Forever.      copyright foutoux 2015