starting october

sky coloured like a lushly ripening plum
another month another fading year
autumn still green though i just do not care

i scratch my head with fingers and with thumb
the shapes of leaves are clear in morning air
sky coloured like a lushly ripening plum

honour requires that i do not keep mum
but speak my thought without concern or fear
there's time remains for love time still to spare
sky coloured like a lushly ripening plum

vision through silence

you listen and the words lose any sense
but there is still so much that we require
and honesty's not much in evidence

no bother if we have to hurry hence
not even small delay to find attire
you listen and the words lose any sense

to reason no one seems to make pretence
but with a smirk play on upon the lyre
and honesty's not much in evidence

against injustice they place no defence
nothing can move through the encroaching mire
you listen and the words lose any sense

they claim to be in comfort on the fence
but from an angle they are on the pyre
and honesty's not much in evidence

absent the clouds the sky is so immense
dwarfing the crows that soar ever higher
you listen and the words lose any sense
and honesty's not much in evidence