Sunday morning

We awake to another grey day.

The wind and raindrops sound muffled.

I am wistful.

Darling October is bringing me

November.

With pumpkins and Guy Fawkes

and toffee apples.

Me?

I'm dreaming of cornflower blue skies

and the  golden  red of the sun.

Oh,

and while the midnight moon covers the clouds,

I'll dream of you.

I promise.