Grey day cardigan
Jumper red and knitted green
Colours of winter

October night
a strange light
the face of winter
smiling through a pumpkin

Water on my mind
Sometimes murky sometimes clear
A pool of thought fish

Art is in the poet not the word
we sing the song
and write the lyrics
to a tune which must be heard

Wrap me in Autumn
warm among the leaves
wind up my colours
take down my flag of living
see it fade to memory
wave it no more
shroud me with October light
think of me as a year
that is slowly dying

Weary soulful sound
The chime of a city clock
Nick heard it calling

Water for ink
stains my toes
biro blue
my ending written
casting words before me
gently bobbing
floating flowers
on the sea of self destruction
curled petals
which read
not yet