October to May - Dave Cousins

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