When autumn blooms
A fragile light hangs in mid-air.
Crisp sweet smells beckon you
To an afternoon long and rare.
Bathed in red and gold
Our breath lays bare our desire.
Hands warm hands, socks warm feet
As the pale sun retires.
How dear to spend a green night
Looking out and above.
How strange to feel unguarded
As the stars stare back at us.
Only sallow leaves on a black wet ground,
Caught in a draft and gentle gyre
As the world spins round.
released December 1, 2009
Words/music Bart Helms (Dallying Automata Music, ASCAP).