You once danced naked in these purple fields

For a dare

You merged with the blankets of buttercups

I was your only witness

That was many months ago

Now we are almost in the time of autumn

The days have shortened but the warmth persists

Even the rain is warm

We are living in the tropics

From the open window of my carriage

I can see all the fields passing in blurred celebration

I wave to rabbits the jackdaws and the irritable ducks

The rapid air runs between my spread fingers

It is an agreeable experience

The lineside bushes attempt to inhibit the sun

But their cause is hopeless

Their fleeting shadows resemble those a touring bird

Considering migration

Within a month frosts will grip these summer fields

And the remaining leaves

On the trees

Will become rigid

In death

And will be consumed slowly

Under the cover of darkness

My train has found its station

I cannot see the resting town

Everything is illuminated

As I walk along the sloped path

Towards the town

I choose the shadows

And pluck the bright sun

From the evening sky

I place it in my canvas bag

So that I might sleep without dreams

Within the contours of my journey