I wrote this in the spring of 2011, looking out of the window on a train leaving Cardiff
A bronzing autumn afternoon in spring,
That radiates a gorgeous golden glow,
Oh, precious sun, herald the evening,
Through tempered twilight’s tanning undertow.
The last we see are copper-coloured reds,
And bars of luscious long-lamenting light,
Before we lay to red on darkened beds,
Beneath the blackened drapery of night.
A time of turning, bittersweet and cold;
A dreadful beauty, dimming down to pray,
But gentle ancient warmth of lovers old,
Still felt upon the dying of the day.
These memories complete the closing sky –
The sunset-conjured dreams of days gone by.