The Earth turned As we came upon autumn And ploughed The last of summer’s crop Into the dark, cooling soil We retreated from advancing crystalline nights Wrapped tight in memories of past seasons’ warmth To insulate ourselves from winter’s separation Of light from day And thereby broke the magic . CLP 16/11/2019
The Earth turned
As we came upon autumn
And ploughed
The last of summer’s crop
Into the dark, cooling soil
We retreated from advancing crystalline nights
Wrapped tight in memories of past seasons’ warmth
To insulate ourselves from winter’s separation
Of light from day
And thereby broke the magic
.
CLP 16/11/2019
Journey of Words 
One response
I like this one. The last line is a surprise, breaks the rhythm of the turning, the acceptance of the inevitable.