October came to tell a tale
and now she is about to close the door.
she told a tale of gentle rain
that washed the green off the leaves
turning them bright red and gold
making them flicker like fire in the breeze.
Then she told of ruby red berries
on bushes and trees,
and late flowers’ nectar
for butterflies and bees.
Into her tale she wove misty mornings
all quiet and still,
the wind too sleepy to blow.
She whispered of spiders
all speckly that scared us.
We didn’t like that bit at all!
She warned us about pumpkins
that grin and glow,
and little monsters that knock at the door –
they trick if they don’t get a treat.
And now that her tale
like a web has been spun,
she’ll call up the wind and off she’ll sail.
I was born in Croydon, England but grew up in Barbados. When I was 17 we returned to London. The fast pace of life was exciting, the shops fabulous but the cold - not so good. Although I do not like the cold and never will, I did like the changing seasons. In summer I love the long evenings but in winter I love the long nights. Spring means 'goodbye cold', and the colours of autumn are inspiring. I like reading, writing poetry, cats, baking cakes and F1 - not necessarily in that order. I have published three volumes of poetry. My second book ENCOUNTER is No. 1 on Amazon Kindle.