Celestial Mares by Susannah MacDonald
A herd of Celestial mares spread
their heavenly manes and tails
across forget-me-not skies
blistered by the sun
as it hastens to its shift
on the other hemisphere
for another day
All too fast have sped long, light evenings
the mornings of light
beloved of summer
as autumn, with its sprinkling of toadstools
round the dead tree out back,
signals its imminent arrival
with the evening chorus of crickets
