Cloctober

When the wind winds up
and trees shed leaves...
as gardeners leave sheds...
and a persecution complex begins
for roof-tiles and wheelie-bins....

Clocks get wound-up not knowing
if they're coming or going.
Each uncertain toc
brings on a nervous tic....
and..(with too much time
on their hands)
They're soon implicated
in daylight robbery.

Only when the Spring unwinds
will they have the chance
to turn over
a new leaf.