A walk in October

  The day is silent except for singing joyful darting birds
swooping in delight through the hedgerows close by
the sun has gone to Mexico and we are left alone again
this day is gentle cold yes but so awake with life within
hawthorn berries are ripening rose hips are abundant
apples are falling from trees and deer are every where

I walk down the lane I do not carry a cell I am not in prison
my thoughts are caught when I look into the sky I think
imagine if this was my last day on earth