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| October Days | |
| By audrie | ||||||||||
| 27 September 2007 | ||||||||||
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Been away for a while. Terrible accident in France of my ex and his partner. She was killed and he is still in a coma, from Sept 14th, so have been missing out on my GW visits. Josie's Autumn reminded me I'd written this some time ago. I'm a bit previous, as Sept hasn't ended yet, but I don't suppose anybody will mind. I'm afraid it is the old 'Moon and June' style!! October Days Mornings filled with milky mist, leaves are turning gold and flame, Cobwebs hang with silver beads, October days are here again. Bonfire smoke drifts slowly upward, children kicking through the leaves, Swallows gathering on the wing as winds come whispering through the eaves. October days, October days, how I love your gentle ways. Afternoons of misty sunshine, gentle warmth from Mother Sun, Mountains lost in purple shadows, slowly fading one by one. Quietly the night approaches, softly call the stars to me, I reach out but cannot touch them yet, their magic touches me. October days, October days, lost in melancholy haze. Sadly I must bid farewell as the days go slipping past, And wait another year to see the glory of the Fall, at last. With landscapes etched in rainbow hue and dewdrops flung from Paradise, And stores of grain to tempts the wits of little , watching harvest mice. October days, October days, Hallowe'en will end your ways. So my heart is shrouded too at the dying of the year, Feeling soft and quiet sorrow, Winter's grip is all too near. Soon the trees will naked be, shivering in the icy scene. Rivers frozen in their beds while sleeping animals twitch and dream. October ways, October haze, don't leave me yet, October days. AJA ©
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