October
October Verse and October Chorus
OCTOBER
In October, grey airs move about the house. This October, I feel the draughts keenly. It is time to light the fire. Why are there no peats stacked at the end of the house? What will I do for a fire tonight?
There’s that loom that’s lying there useless…that’ll keep you in fire for a night or two.
But when I take the axe to smash the loom, I can’t do it. I lay my head down on the empty loom. Cold shakes wetness from the eyes of an old man.