
Foliage goldening
In the setting sun:
Autumn arrives slowly

Foliage goldening
In the setting sun:
Autumn arrives slowly

Rolls of turf await
slow unwinding before
a fine green lawn appears

A celestial trail crossing
the west London sky
very faintly

Eyes glued to screens
On tablets and phones:
Absorbed, alone with their egos

Vienna and Wiesbaden can
No more be reach’d
From this here station

Like ants they crawl
Across a sea of glass
High above the River Thames

Let us spray
That the water will help
Nourish the vegetati-on

Your eye is enticed
towards a celestial light,
relentlessly

At the high altar
Promises are now made
That no one may alter

The house of God reaches
upwards to meet with
the cloudy firmament