PRAYER IN AUTUMN
Someone somewhere will have a veil
strong enough to deflect the lassoes time swings
and leave me free to embrace integrity and candour
without malice or pity for the carrion dishonour.
Or so I hope and pray in Autumn
when the afternoon light's blue on the mountains,
the trout are moving upstream, and the springs
are bulging from the earth again, cool and fresh.
And I'm one of many keen to put my name down
on the list of those wanting another spring.