October

Dry winds now ease towards the south Their pathways strewn with autumn leaves, Brown, orange and an amber gold Lo watched by sparrows on the eaves. The sun wakes up a trifle late Thus lets the mist spread out it veil, Which ambles past the tower house And settles soft upon the dale. Blue skies peep at disrobing boughs Hay stacked against old outhouse sheds, Those grazing herds on dewy fields Gay blossoms on soft grassy beds. Sweet grapes upon some vineyard far Ripen to kiss the cellars dark, Lush apple orchards dress up to Watch tall sycamores shed their bark. Winters are yet some time away Until then let mild autumn stay, Along the valley, up the hill And turquoise lakes where wild geese play. ***********