Ode To Autumn

Now, is my favourite time of the year
as in now now, this precise moment
while now is all there is  the world is at my feet
a colourful patchwork-blanket
and my walk  a vivid dream

Autumn, my first whole month September
to notice a golden leaf, surrounded by green
to hear the fruits fall from their trees
and the crows crow over the harvest

So many gongs
to melt me into
presence

Before I write my life
I walk until I fly

I can't say
this is not my own language
cause year in year out
I've heard and spoken
 this one sweet voice of love.