through the leaves
the splendour of mid-autumn
no thoughts for winter
even as a finch sings
under the hot autumn sun
winter thoughts banished
glorious autumn
the splendour of gold and red
black and white winter
this October morn
gelid days seem far away
and yet a cold wind
whistles through this valley
speaking of ice and snow
© G.s.k. ‘15
OctPoWriMo Day 25