October lies still dreaming
waiting for a time
springing up sedately as the seconds
melt away to October time.
...some wonder of sun’s glint
reached for me from the moor-
to leave so many books behind
and plans of plans half-thought...
Yet, now October sleeps
until it has time to yawn to
wipe the sleep from its sunny eyes
and watched the horses play.
So deep October lies in dreams,
a long, long summertime away, waiting to rearrange
the golden rays.
as if in the golden rays
lives within and never goes away.
October takes wasted tears and washes the heart of fear.