not raw the day

the birds that cast their shadows on the wall
can tell that things are changing but not why
they see the leaves turn colour and then fall
and note how few clouds pass across the sky
the browns and greys are calm against the blue
the light turns beige to butter in the calm
the colder days are coming we know that's true
but the mild sunshine acts now as a balm
the thoughts that come now are not ones of dread
eirenic notes are passing through the air
the day is good the table will soon be spread
we've worked hard so that we can banish care
i drink my tea and think of warmer things
and all the good that this mild season brings