King Autumn

Stolen skies
in the deep blue moments, from afar
as ships do pass
beneath the arches
of summer aching for gold
bridges of tumbling clouds

and birds are sowing songs
into the silver-lined acres
of fog weaving silk to banners
steel grey and maple blaze
shouting,
“behold, king autumn has come”

[A poem I finished a few weeks ago but didn’t want to publish before autumn.]