May arrives in the south surrounded by smoky air of burnt leaves…
Her blue toes and icy fingers stroke your hands and face at dawn…
her heart carries warmth: russet red, butter yellow, burnt orange…
fading to the practical colours of an Aunt’s woollen cloak.
be arrested by her colours, her last potent and bright blooms
Despite her afternoon heat she reminds you of a cold, grey gloom that is coming.
Her evening shows of diffused golden light, appearing like Elven* play slides between the branches of half-naked trees, join earth and sky.
Her magic tempts you to linger in the cool to watch the Milky Way’s unmasked clarity.
She dons her navy velvet couture embellished with diamonds
She dances with you through her dusky mist and charmed mirrors.
All photos except the night sky © PhraseFarm
Milky Way Autumn Starscape © Astropixels