September 4

a crow cawing on the fencepost
by the yellow stubble field
clouds touching treetops
the lake still, unpolished

”autumn is very generous
the colours it uses
painting the leaves
and the harvest
pumpkin soups
ripe pears
mushroom picking

how quickly summer has
flown by”

missiles, drone attacks
running to shelter
fragments and debris
long hours
night

”winter is coming”