Andrew Charles Forrest

Winters kitten and the autumn

Winters kitten and the autumn

 

Dawn breaks in Septembers hew

The day kissed the earth with untouched dew

The low sun threw shadows at the garden wall

Cascaded winds rustled like waterfalls

I listened at summer’s last words unspoke

And pondered as migrating birds awoke

The last lamb, gone to the slaughter

Winters kitten, beckoned in autumn