A morning of solid grey sky
pales three weeks of separation
which kept me from this road.
Staffordshires display of autumnal beauty
has turned a verdant yeaterday
to a carpet of amber and gold where
dark and skeletal roadside Birch
salute my passing.
Deep in thoughts of
the \'today\' possibilities
a stupid mistake,
a lesson to be learned.
Forgiveness, realisation of worth
bridging the aching chasm of missing.
The glow of resurrecting.
Whilst visions of this autumnal beauty
take my breath away.