Morning Songs Poem by Paul Reed

And so October
And so October
You lead us to this,
To examine berries
Where the fragrant blossoms
Once hung in bliss;

And the sweet robin
Visits us again,
Atop his firry tree
Singing morning songs
To clear away the rain;

The geesein their 'V' s
Circling and gathering strays,
Over these Scottish lands
Silhouetted against
The fiery autumn blaze;

Pictures painted in gold
By heavenly brush,
Swathing the landscape
In comfortable clothes
Defying the winter's rush