October
Dry winds now ease towards the south
Their pathways strewn with autumn leaves,
Brown, orange and an amber gold
Lo watched by sparrows on the eaves.
The sun wakes up a trifle late
Thus lets the mist spread out it veil,
Which ambles past the tower house
And settles soft upon the dale.
Blue skies peep at disrobing boughs
Hay stacked against old outhouse sheds,
Those grazing herds on dewy fields
Gay blossoms on soft grassy beds.
Sweet grapes upon some vineyard far
Ripen to kiss the cellars dark,
Lush apple orchards dress up to
Watch tall sycamores shed their bark.
Winters are yet some time away
Until then let mild autumn stay,
Along the valley, up the hill
And turquoise lakes where wild geese play.
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