"All the leaves are brown..."

"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