Peter Milner

Avenue of Trees

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In the avenue

the trees dark 

against a sea of golden

and people passing

in between

some quiet, some talking

some kicking through the leaves

orange rust and copper molten

beneath a light-filled canopy 

green to yellow

not yet fallen

In such a year

with contagion in the air

and here we are at Autumn

still standing, still walking

seeing the colours

everywhere

but know nearby 

eyes are closing

Not our eyes

not now, not here

and I am not dreaming

this colour strewn

succession

and my long breath 

will keep at bay

the many monsters stalking

beyond this close horizon

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Commentary

An appreciation for being there, under the trees on a gentle day in Autumn in this year of extraordinary threats.