Golden October
October arrives and starts to paint
He selects with care his colours:
Red, orange, yellow or bright coral
All luminous are his favourite hues
With his magic brush he creates
This wonderful golden landscape,
A fascinating world of beauty that
Makes us partly sad and partly happy.
Paris, 26 October 2020
October’s gone and left behind
A golden carpet on the ground.
Wet November’s chilly winds
Blow dead leaves at my door.
I see them dancing in the air
Those glittering golden leaves;
The last hurrah before the winter
Before the year’s end.
They give me hope that this will pass
The bleak season is not forever.
And spring will come, and birds will sing
And this nasty sickness will be over.
Paris, 3 November 2020
