Red wine and cheese

Mists lifting  tops of trees,        
ghosts from a moonless night      
close me round, promise a        
sun-filled day kept 'til      
evening returns,unspoken    
promises, gentle ghosts,        
pale as mists soften      
yews trimmed to urns,        
round of belly, green-dark ,     
standing guard beside a        
gravel path,company for      
red wine and cheese,      
September eve, cooling      
as murmured conversations
from deckchair comfort,      
confirm, confess content.