October, A Prelude To Winter: Poem by David Wood

Summer's lustre has faded and the world
Turns and waves farewell to long hot days.
A balmy September now turns into a wet October
As chill gusty winds blow empty beer cans and
Crisp packets down glistening tranquil streets'

Summer came, lingered and swiftly went away
Without a whimper or murmur. One minute here,
The next - gone. A cold October breeze swirls through
trees beginning to show autumnal hues as leaves
Gather around my feet as I walk silently alone.

Nature begins its annual closure, its retreat until Spring.
Squirrels hurrying to gather nuts to bury and then forget,
Field mice gather their harvest of oats the farmer drops
As autumn casts its cape over soon frosty ground.
October, a prelude to a cold winter of ice and snow.

A month of preparation. A time to catch your
Breath: To take stock and gather in the harvest and
Get ready for a long winter until soft Spring rain
Falls and fresh new shoots begin to emerge and the
World once again turns and starts anew.