Autumn, hot and red
The rut has come and gone
A year has past since
The seed was sown
I walk tall and straight as an iris
Happy pushing my pram
With this treasure inside
Smiling at me like a true friend
in this harvest sunshine
the orange pumpkins dance
like fat old suns
everything is in the right place
and it’s time to make parsnip soup
creamed with garlic
their skins smooth and rich as
my brand new daughter’s