the sombre clouds piled in stack upon stack until all the sky was dark and grey the rain slanted in, blown in sheets by the wind and leaves flowed by in horizontal streams of gold and red a Friday in October Heralds of Winter arrive daily now, huge gusts of cold air and bluster: grey wings, omens, warnings yet the sun came out slanting pale glittering the drops on branches and a wan blue sky stretched above the tossing trees Autumn beautiesnext poem