October Skies

We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents ~ author October skies still reflect in your eyes the way they once did on that day we were wed. Autumn's bright leaves recall fond memories of sweet days together even through stormy weather. Once we were young, with our songs still unsung As we wondered, "How's it feel to grow old?" Nights fell, the months turned, new calendars came, Now leaves in chill weather, in love, fall together in orange, red, yellow, and gold The sunrise has faded, our sunset is near The springtime has passed and the winter we once thought we'd fear is now here, this love we still share brings a tear. The season's deep magic hides changes within, A rose's young bloom that won't open again, like children that change right in front of our eyes - the soft painted ceiling of October skies. // My grandparents had an October wedding. This song was a gift to them on their 60th anniversary. // written October 1979