Rugby-bruised September
has bowed out
beckoning in
October with it’s conkers,
changing leaves
& pumpkin harvests
the stars are calling
far off winter light,
the badger
in his den
believes
& Keats, that bright star
I read
& dwell on summer past
composing odes & songs
to summer days
remembering
the swallow’s soar
above the Sea
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Rugby-bruised September
has bowed out
beckoning in
October with it’s conkers,
changing leaves
& pumpkin harvests
the stars are calling
far off winter light,
the badger
in his den
believes
& Keats, that bright star
I read
& dwell on summer past
composing odes & songs
to summer days
remembering
the swallow’s soar
above the Sea
