Linger

We are immersed in gold among falling gilt

This jewelled paper rain of drowsing trees
Autumn is close but cannot penetrate
Not until lingering summer gives way
Releases these fading days to change
But warmth remains within morning mists
It slowly dissipates across cooling waters
And only when senses heighten disconnection
When days run short under blue-grey skies
Will we know autumn has really arrived
And this gentle gilted rain shall become a torrent
As the world is layered thick in a new copper floor
And light shall pierce through undressed branches
To reflect and shimmer upon natures withering ingots
Laid low by the wind and rain to dress the ground