October to May - Strawbs

Summer’s gone come chill October days

We will stroll through russet trees

Through the fallen leaves of oak and sycamore

That carpet earth through harsh December freeze.

Fireworks and children with eyes that sparkle bright

In November’s Guy Fawkes flames

Parents thinking of their forgotten years

As they join in with their children’s games.

December brings nostalgic Santa Claus

Toys and shining Christmas trees

Families huddled round their open fires

As they wait for winter’s grip to ease.

Seaside piers, iron girders gaunt and still

Gone the crowds of yesterday

Icy fingers in the sea at night

Sad and empty tears the first of May.