October Fields

Send us Fan MailOctober fields before the fall, ploughed deep and long ‘afore winters call, for the skies are wrapped in a thousand stars, of spring and time soon to be,and remembered, in the stillness and passing of hurrying hoursbeside the silent waves and restless sea. And so to leave this month of days, the door, the windows open, the trees afire, in this dawn, the first, of winter to become, and wander the lanes alone and silent beside the moon, reflecting shadows of daylight, that fall too soon and matter to none. [email protected]