A sunset has been splashed across the sky
The colours seem too perfect to be real.
The clouds are sewn from blood and orange peel,
A paint-by-numbers yacht is sailing by
I’m slowly strolling on the sunlit sand
In one of those Septembers like a gift
From someone, somewhere. Hours seem to drift
In ways that I can never understand
But this is the best place to feel the move
From summer into autumn as the light
Does something subtle to the land and sea
And I stand by the shore as if to prove
That Autumn’s colours filtered through my sight
Inhabit land and water, air and me.