Early October: soft winds blow the leaves
Across the park. They rustle. O they spill
Their vibrant colours like sumptuous dreams!
The sky darkens and soon all will be still.
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Dominic life and death indeed and all it's musings, it comes to us all eventually, but in the meantime just keep writing great poetry and simply enjoy life. And there is something truly memorable and haunting about autumn leaves gathered on empty well worn wooden benches. Five stars and thank you. Take care.
beautifully delineated the natural image of early October with the autumnal season
Thanks guys... much appreciated! I'm so pleased my poem spoke to you. I'm now thinking of posting it on the group forum of my Oxford University online course. We have to compose a sonnet and I think this one will do just fine.