October
Golden leaves decay on wet pavements,
trodden in by heavy footed, men
as they travel to work each day in the City.
Parks are covered in red and gold,
the jewels of the Autumn but we are strong
and rush on by.
Memories of warm vacations flit
through my head as I hum summer melodies,
lost in my thoughts.
The rain soaks my hair, drenches me
as I remember past Octobers
those pale blue skies on crisp, chilly mornings.
October's leaves are our flowers now,
their beauty, natures way of colouring dull times
until the ground is blanketed by snow in Mid Winter.
poem by Ruth Walters
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