October Poem

[Ca ne fait rien]

Lincolnshire? Curiously, there is not a single colour-word in it, and yet it paints a picture of a (bleak) October -- perhaps the October of the mind, rather than reality. Very simple, a kind of poetry I like a lot, though I daresay it might be tightened up here and there; I am not going to force myself to dream up comments which did not come to me at first reading.. (though I think ecstasy has an 's'?)

Thanks Abu- spelling corrected ( I can never get that right- blindspot I think). Yorkshire, although hopefully could really be anywhere.