October

There is a certain sense of grief
that comes with October air,
the year is drawing in
and the cold will lay you bare.

The darkness and the grey
casts a shadow in the heart,
and the wind and rain outside
will move the grief to stark.

There is sorrow in the trees
as October removes their coat,
and pours it on the ground.
Ashes to ashes, leaves to muck.

And the general social demeanour
is of sadness and of loss.
The glory of the summer
is gone now, it's lost.

But those reflections of the past
bring a smile to the mind,
when we cast out our nets
at the height of the tide.

I know death will come
as October comes to pass,
but while we are still alive,
our memories will always last.