Falling Poem by Alan Gilbert

As months side into fall
Dull evenings gather in.
October’s bedroom chill
Creeps under summer spreads.
Downhearted flowers droop
And huddle from the wind,
Lawnmowers reminisce
In ramshackle leaky sheds.

Dew glistened fallow fields
Are strewn with natures lust,
Drab rich fecund accretion
Snags on hoes and rakes.
On arboreous city streets
The force fed shoppers throng,
Dragging weary feet through
Wind flotsam golden flakes