Oak tree blues

Written by: Martin Hopkins

October tumbled into November
And brown leaves 
Wilted, damp and derelict
Loafed idly beneath trees
That stretched naked
Amongst the rich 
Sweet floral,
Of the winter Jasmine.

Oak trees cried
 Slow tears
Of brown and orange,
That permeated 
A scent of watery fruit
And lavender -
- Dreaming of spring,
And prodding the
Neighbouring birch trees
With cumbersome boughs
Like an errant brother.