Late October

It's the end of the month, almost Halloween,
There's a carpet of yellow leaves spread out under the cherry tree,
Squirrels and crows haggling over tennis ball sized walnuts on my back fence,
Blueberries on fire, all red and orange,
Golden leaves twirling from the neighbor's birch tree,
Occasional glimpses of sun, golden fire through a heavy blanket of grey clouds,
The stubborn green of the apple tree spattered with dabs of impressionistic yellow,
A few red apples lingering on top,
A few leaves drift down from the cheery tree every time the wind blows,
Blue holes in the grey sea,
Red berries in the Hawthorne trees, like Halloween candy,
The world bathed in ethereal light,
The last sunny days before those early nights and rainy days of winter.