Frost kissed trees with golden leaves
With wind, they sway and move
Against a certain coloured sky
I call October blue.
And on the deck, though wind and rain
Have left them torn and chewed,
The callies and the bacopa
Still bloom in shades of blue.
Then from the sighing evergreens,
Familiar calls ring true;
The jays are back, in winter coats
Of bright October blue.October paints the hills and fields
In most amazing hues:
Tangerine and red are fine,
But I like Autumn blue.