Dapples

This autumn sunshine
Dapples fading leaves
And apple orchards
Down the lane.


Terracotta towers
Once damp with rain
Give themselves to warmth
And comfort once again.

In the pale wash blue
A solitary plane
Tips and tumbles
Loops into a spiral game.

An unaccustomed silence
As he cuts the cloud
And sunset comes
To touch his wings
With flame.

JL Nov 8 13:53