Red October

A poem from my Exiles collection

October! How the spendthrift trees
squander their legions of leaves:
tumbling notes of copper and gold.
Spring and summer’s hot routine
kept the balance crisp and green.
But red October ushers in the cold
and winter rehearses in the wings.
About the house, a shrill wind sings
from skies as miserable as Mondays.
The chill-eyed banker appears on cue,
demanding what is clearly overdue:
a golden raiment strewn at his feet;
more leaves than you could sweep
in a month of gruelling Sundays.

Exiles, published by Cyberwit, is available at Amazon