as they shuffled by she told her friend “i always look forward to this time of year when the first tinge of yellow touches the leaves with the contrast between shade and sunshine a comparison of polar opposites where a gentle breeze can chill or relieve one making you appreciate the other once it has gone” i couldn’t help but take note of her poetic words as i surveyed those same trees glad to see swaying hues of green against shadow-dappled green feeling fingers of sunlight still breaching filigree tree-shadows to warm the skin of passers-by while overhead a pastel blue sky mottled with only staccato wisps of gentle stratus paint the vista leaving thoughts of the days to come when this spectrum will shift and these colours must change
Cold winds rustle through the Sleepy Town oaks The whirling whispers louder than the Sleepy Town blokes Candles in the windows - the Sleepy Town hoax for the town is long deserted by the Sleepy Town folks The echo of former laughter from the Sleepy Town jokes The Autumn fog appears as if The Sleepy Town smokes Rain recalls the memory, as the Sleepy Town soaks, of livelihood long forgotten by those Sleepy Town folks..
Towering headlights screaming through the skies of daily banter For a cup of wine and a glass of tea Mixed shades of blue, winters blooming crystals Sad sad mister snowman withering at the sight of bees A tired Hawthorne and some busy Daisies Carrying the leaves of tomorrows autumn day Have a blanket waiting for the dawn with me
I have loved you for so long, October. I have have heard your Love song days And I have seen Your colours march through The bright green of summer days, Unnoticed. I have learnt to love your authority, Your soft-spoken command, And I follow because I love you Despite the melancholy You bring with you.
Because I love you, I love you, October. I love you with your tangled branches and barn owls, With your cold trunks and fallen leaves, With your empty nests and snow hares, With your blackberries and marigolds,
Huge thorny sweet chestnuts bloom As blackberries wither on the briar Lightly dusted in silver and sagging Off the stalks. The path lined with oak and bramble. Wonderful hues of brown and gold Are now littered against green. The air is cool and moist As autumn gathers around.