Autumn

For the dverse prompt. The line I chose was (obviously):

Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows.

Autumn

Shake the leaves, dead summer’s ending,
Hands of chestnut-fingered grace,
For spring won’t last, its green unfurlings,
Ever is a lonely place.

Cancel thoughts of endless sunlight,
All yesterdays are shadows now
Our green and tender days are midnight,
Vows, like stalks beneath the plough.