Autumn has been exploded by the passing summer.

The same colours, but magnified a thousand times over.

Nature, but zoomed in.

This time of year used to overwhelm me.

Fading colours, greying sky.

Life withdrawing, sap hiding, the slow death of autumn.

As if working through a familiar gallery.

Seeing for the first time the dusty old masters.

This time drawn into there beauty.

Summer pinks fade and fall.

Replaced by a spectrometer of pre-drop glory.

The earth awash with brilliant browns.

Something’s shifted.

Same season, but…

Now I see hope extravagantly painted everywhere.