After the Clocks Go Back

spill into living rooms;
at four o’clock, car headlights blaze,
terrace windows glow
and televisions

The trees know:
their sap retreats, they shed their leaves,
drops of colour pooling where they stand,
swirls of colour blowing
in the wind.

afternoon, well before three,
I pull on hat, gloves and Wellington greens
for a soft-shoe shuffle
through damp

The trees know:
festooned with strings of scarlet
berries and a last golden splash,
in the smoke and ash
of the year.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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