October
I must confess I'm fairly shocked
To see that it is once more October
Am I getting old?
The autumn's feeling wild and cold
The animals have now all stocked
Their larders as it is now October
And the frost will come
Their final winter? Not a crumb
To nourish in the winter's snow
Where do the weeks and months all go?
The birds migrating have all flocked
Together for it is now October
And it's time to fly
To other places warm and dry
The autumn leaves. The gutters blocked.
The same each year for it is October
And there's morning frost
On spiders' webs, so sharply glossed
The fragile threads in gardens locked
Defy the weight for it is October.
The air blows with a greater force.
The rivers' willows show remorse
By waving sadly. Branches rocked
By forceful winds for it is October.
The lawn has had a final cut
All doors and windows firmly shut
The fridge and freezer fully stocked
In preparation. It is October
And the nights draw in
The chills and colds and flu begin
To come again. So pills are stocked
With medicines for it is October
Has the winter started?
Has the autumn now departed?
Where did the days of summer go?
Why summer fast and winter slow?
Is April cruel? I think we're mocked
In truth I think it's cruel October
