When autumn blooms Fragile light hangs in midair, And crisp, sweet smells beckon you For an afternoon long and rare. Bathed in red and gold, Our breath lays bare our desire. Hands warm hands, socks warm feet, While the pale sky retires. How dear to spend the green night Looking out and above. How strange to feel unguarded As the stars stare back at us. Only sallow leaves Against a black wet ground Caught in draft and gentle gyre As the world spins round.