Autumn Dawns

This little poem was inspired by today's dawn.

Autumn dawns red,
like the last embers of a fire,
smoudering beneath the horizon.
I catch it just before the sun flashes
lazily through my window.
 
I hear the sound the of geese,
somewhere overhead, honking invisibly
like the geese over Culbin that night
when all we saw was starbright and black.
 
A car horn toots, my neighbour’s lift to work.
I am back in the here and now
and my cactus thinks it’s Christmas.