Plum Autumn

Photo by Vladimir Gladkov on
Even the name
has a round softness to it.

We have waited through the frost,
the small thin leaves, the flowers
and tiny globes expanding
into golden lamps in a green night.
pale planets swinging in their orbits.

Reach in, and feel them brush your face,
cool as marble.
Split one with your thumb
and taste the soft emerald inside.

There are so many -
I had not thought
there could be so many
coloured pebbles on the beach 
waiting to be washed away.

a universe of spheres.

While the fallen,
blackened, withered, split,
food for ants and wasps,
sink back into the earth.

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