autumn

whether in a silver print shone through its hues of purple lavender, pink and gold, where the greenaries still shone reminded me of an instant photograph from the dark rooms of eras for industries and hints of fuels and wheels that spin cotton. by a barnyard few bundles of drying hay sit, temporarily residing upon quotients of vastness where coins turn in mid air. above beams and ties above a pigeon rose to a breeze. if the moon should arise early promise. forged of placid icy yarns and wools, and steel or pinnings uncoiling and reached; were clouds a hideouts for birds of renditions or feathers -

some languid sky intimated spectral for a clear atmosphere tonight.

photograph @ tate museum article