The leaden sky. the sodden earth,@10/18/2020 Carol Welch
Not our view of October;
Though morning hopes for all its worth,
It enters dank and sober.
Summer came back, spurts of joy,
September sun and warmth arising;
Behind looms winter to annoy;
When it comes, itís still surprising,
Remember anticipating June;
Sun shone longer, growth advanced.
The nesting birds warbled their tune;
Feet skipped and fairly danced.
Itís just today, a Sunday morn;
What it brings is ever new.
Cloud-laden morning gloom, we scorn;
October may turnóbright blue.