I still don't have a shape, a structure, for this piece - but it is beginning to develop. The observation, the notes and the thinking are starting to pay off. The fact that I'm writing this listening to the wind banging the last roses against the window does help.
So as the days shorten
The wind picks up
And the trees shake themselves
The wind chime clinks and clashes
No longer musical
The days are mixed as
Blue sky with grey
Green leaves with red and brown
And while the autumn flowers bloom
The last two sweet peas of summer
The swallows and the swifts have gone
But here and there a bee, a wasp drones on
The pond is empty of its frogs
I notice that in the last three lines I've fallen into a rhythm of 8,10,8 iambics. When I look back I hear that again in 'And while the autumn flowers bloom' but 'The last two sweet peas of summer' while also 8 beats is a very different rhythm. I need to play around with this and see what can be made.