Swarms of red rose ladybirds
Hang heavily in the autumn air
We are sharing a drink on our summer seat
And should not be there at all
As September has passed
And October is spent
Save for a day
But what a day
This day of golden avenues
With its warm breezes and gentle light
November’s lie will not be believed
When you receive this letter
And hide it under your dark chilled pillow
2016