Slow autumn leaves drop into red horizons
El Ninõ stretches summer’s breath
Changing smells and colours 
Into sour dough solastalgia

May rosehip, pumpkin and pear,
Carry their last peak
Into impending decay

May you save summer’s plenty
Keep its strength for shorter days
May you dance round fairy rings
In smoky mornings and at harvest moon
May la brûme become the witches broom
Misty hazy fading bloom