OCTOBER MORNINGS

OCTOBER MORNINGS

October mornings,
All hung about
With mist and first frosts.

Small cold creatures
Finding shelter
In the Michaelmas daisies,
In the glowing dahlias,
Mistaking these golden flowers
For the sun.

The sharp scent of mint,
A fading wisp
Of left-over summer.

© Gwen Grant 2020

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