by Brendan Strong

You say you love this time of year

“It’s just the colours –

The beautiful colours”

(I think that’s verbatim)

You cast your hand across the landscape

Yellows and oranges and reds

The leaves that land and stay.

Every year, the same, with

The same sense of wonder

– Perhaps we’re lucky to have one more? –

And it makes me love you all the more.