Time, falling

Veined with pumpkin blood,

thin, flat palms pat

the earth.

Parlour room dusts

with evergreen feathers

for the new visitor.

Rounding up another year.

Dog whistling. 

Sheep chasing leaves

as the wind's hand

raises high

a confetti of memories,

dancing while falling.

Time, falling...

Hidden from the hand.

Trodden.

Forgotten.

Broken.

Crushed.

Take off your hat.