Autumnal Summer

These crickets pulsing

Heavy bright air

Grass green and

Browning, trees still

Air still birds

Still.

Memories of

Early Summer

Hay carting onto the

Old truck stacked

High reeling over

Paddocks stubbled

Following the line of

Bales dropped like

Rabbit poo.

The steady haze

Of fullness and

Pregnant proud-felt

Richness.

Now is not then,

This Autumnal warmth

Promises cooling,

Growing, raining

Clutching for warmth

In the damp

Cold days.