Rest

After the fires of summer

I look forward to the rest of autumn.

The rest of autumn could be leaves of cloud,

Leaves of smoke that took my breath away;

Breath that leaves me breathing for more

The rest of autumn restoring my breath -

An important cloud, an important life.

Clouds of leaves were flaming ashen ember

To remember through the rest of autumn.

What can I say who lived on air

Through a summer like no other

My breath important in the scheme of life,

Speaking the main words, feeding my warm blood;

The rest of the leaves gone over the ocean.

 Photograph: Ivanhoe Railway Station at 7.30 in the morning of the 15th of January 2020.