\"all the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey\"
The stillness of the pond
ruffled by a solitary magpie,
\"one for sorrow\",
head down,
pause to drink
and gone.
Pidgeon\'s quarrel,
flap and flutter,
while squirrels look on
and turn to beg for crumbs
from a passer by,
glued to his phone.
This quiet morning
the summer sun
dapples the grass
with splashes of green and gold,
but,
in my melancholy moment,
all the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey.