October Maples, Slough
How tepid autumn is when rain and gray
Embrace it with their girzzled arms. Their hands
Contaminate the fall, tarnish the gay
Leaves, yellow and orange, make them into glands
Secreting disappointment, suppressing
Fervent suicide with hormones that drip
Grim poppies through a needle, depressing
The year’s agony as in ennui’s grip.
Much more intense then is the season’s blight
On asphalt streets, poured concrete in the town,
As wetness sops such birds who know no flight,
When what should be all glory is drab frown.
..Where passion should be hurling brightest darts,
….Gray weather withers our polluted hearts.