23rd September

All night the rain torrential falling
Stair rods I can say
The copper beech is tinged with redness
The cherry tinged with gold
Rosemary’s spears are very green
From its woody rootage scuffed and mean
The fuchsia many ballerina’s
Pirouetting beautifully
Crimson red a cool refrain
Rolling down my window pane

Out towards an oatmeal sky
As light sweeps in I wonder why
The rain has ceased a while and I
Can feel the Autumn spirit sigh
It’s a Monday morning quietly so
Cars sweeping passed quite fast you know
So much movement from the leaves
It is what the wind achieves
Holding tight to weary boughs
Expressing sufficient powers

The old bird house is just soaked tHrough
Falling apart, it’s far from new
Waterlogged and falling down
The odd seed growing
Looking worse for wear in town
It’s floor all broken it’s roof all smashed
Withstanding wind and tempest bashed
Knocked up almost a year ago
Now consigned to the dump as well we know