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Sometimes everything is not wrong

and the autumn morning

blues into all that was ever meant –

the trees coppered by the water

and the geese ragged in the low sky.

There is no need to fear for time stands

still and mirrored in the loch’s clear sheen.

And we who are made of time

wait by windows and know

we have escaped into a place

where clocks and watches do not count

and a light that autumns always had

is ours alone.