
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

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

Power, skill, tactics,
tennis on the closely clipped lawn:
game, set, and match