I’m driving as the sunrises.
It’s autumn and pastel colours
Infect the hills either side of the road.
The spirit of a dying mist
Crawls along canal wood,
Snagging on forgetful hedgerows.
Everything is new,
Everything begins in you.
A reincarnation of essence,
That rises and sets,
Disinherits auburn leaves,
Never falters or grieves.
Is dependent, yet unpredictable,
Is deafening, in his silent
Indefatigable love of you.
