OCTOBER DAY

The clouds of grey are speeding by
on their stormy ocean in the sky,
and here and there a small oasis
pools of blue our vision graces.

The wind, its angry breath does hurl
the dizzying-dancing leaves a-swirl,
to trim the curbs and hedgerow still
with their fading beauty for a frill.

The trees are whipping, all grown sparse
their dry leaves giggling at some farce,
no less lovely by their loss
still fetching, as their crowns they toss.

The molten beauty of the sun
shines forth and shows to everyone,
the blessings that have come our way
on such a cool October day.


Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 15, 1995