An Autumn thought

We have entered into the dark.  This time of year dusk is a war, where a scarlet tide rages against black limbs and the destination of the horizon.  Daylight is pulled, and coiled like lengths of rope on to a wet weathered deck as it disappears in to the  inky slickness of night.  Autumn is the anticipation of battle, the time to say your goodbyes.  Winter is the trenches and it yields no letters from home.