September Fields, poem by Andrew Taylor

Through hedgerow gaps between trees

an undulation perhaps it’s to do with

colour a golden calm sets in at summer’s

end spiders come in from cooling night air

heating is entertained flowers last through

though the evenings don’t gather wood

like windfalls essential in preparation

warming like a playing angel

in candlelight shadows alter with draughts

that rise through polished floorboards

kicking fallen leaves in tyre tracks

those who have gone before somehow remain

as gouges in earth and remaining leaves

on trees evergreens that battle winter

Andrew Taylor is a Nottingham (UK) based poet, editor and critic. His debut collection, ‘Radio Mast Horizon’ was published by Shearsman Books in 2013. His latest pamphlet ‘Future Dust’ was published in 2015. Poems have appeared recently in Coney’s Loft, The Goose, Instant Pussy and Rusty Truck. He is a lecturer in Creative Writing and English at Nottingham Trent University. www.andrewtaylorpoetry.com