Autumn

Favoured time when
Day slips sheathlike
Into womblike evenings before night
And wispy vespers
Drip
From hallowed eaves.

This is a country
Inhabited by friendly ghosts
Who run amorously around my shoulders
Like the cats around my ankles:
A circled weaving spell
Containing
A rapture of divinity.

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