Streetlights flail their dim glow in this October murk,
A wet gloom that paints the sky and earth in
Shades of grey and suffocates with heavy air.
Summer's confident refrain of glorious sun
Subsides, its colours and its warmth long spent.
Lazy afternoons spent lying in lush meadows are
Tugged to memory by Winter's trainbearer:
Flame-haired Autumn, frosty spears hid beneath
A storm-stitched cloak of lengthening nights.
And as the crowds hurry past, bent against the rain,
Leaves that once rustled with Spring's boast,
Promising sweet-scented flowers and fat fruit,
Rattle dully in the gutters, their slow rot visited
Upon us, it seems, more quickly and more sadly
With each year that passes by.
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
