summer to autumn

 

there was a party at the castle

groove lights on gold walls, the mahogany

danced with us, we spun

like tipsy carousels on a cream glass floor

there were arrows strewn about the air; what was it in the

ear of the party people

the music was fierce and the colour of rouge

as night began to wake; we woke with it

we swung our hips to stir the scent of our loved ones

until the sun woke and we fell; silent.


til autumn comes

the smell of mother nature's dried blood;

we are left concealed in the stench of

what was green

pried away from loving arms; it will make love

to the earth until it is born again

somewhere someone lights a fire to thaw

infectious cold from their bones

I follow my breath to the rocks hugging the shore

        healthy rangitoto island in the distance

it looks as green as new-born moss