Autumn
Autumn, dear to walkers with your streaks and carpets
Of bright colours, spread like a boy's gift for the true boy,
Sacred for the love flowing over and unuttered even in making —
Have you too left me?
Never was trust so equal between man and his dear mates
Of tree or watercourse flowing by Cranham or past Hartpury.
Eternity promised: what unfaith could cause any shaking
In that love, near bereft me?
Earth spaces breathing dark incense (as the kind shower wets)
And woodlands stirring to blood-light, the heart all ready —
Could you not, with your untouched power, save me from this breaking
Tyranny; not Severn have safed me?
Of bright colours, spread like a boy's gift for the true boy,
Sacred for the love flowing over and unuttered even in making —
Have you too left me?
Never was trust so equal between man and his dear mates
Of tree or watercourse flowing by Cranham or past Hartpury.
Eternity promised: what unfaith could cause any shaking
In that love, near bereft me?
Earth spaces breathing dark incense (as the kind shower wets)
And woodlands stirring to blood-light, the heart all ready —
Could you not, with your untouched power, save me from this breaking
Tyranny; not Severn have safed me?
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