Cold breezes thin out the sycamores leaves 
Contradicted by the evergreen 
Orange tree and the lemon’s unexpected 
October blossoms; the light 
Is still so sharp and bright in 
An unbroken succession of blue skies 
Swift fly-bys overhead by doves
  
Seem to signal a note of urgency 
In the chilly blustery late afternoon 
Harvesting another crop of falling leaves, 
Soon empty local streets will 
Fill up with the trick-or-treat procession 
Fat bags of candy wait at the door 
To distribute their dental delight.