It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
The magic of many Brentford autumns
Works on me when I see great leaves
Seem more to glow with life than fade...
The days would have been rainier
The dark sky never clear
If you’d gone to Tasmania...
