Oak Tree blues

October tumbled into November

And brown leaves

Wilted, damp and derelict

Loafed idly beneath trees

That stretched naked

Amongst the rich

Sweet floral,

Of the winter Jasmine.

Oak trees cried

Slow tears

Of brown and orange,

That permeated

A scent of watery fruit

And lavender -

- Dreaming of spring,

And prodding the

Neighbouring birch trees

With cumbersome boughs

Like an errant brother.