J.C. Newton

October Breeze

Cinnamon and sage
Straw man’s on display
Warm apple pie begs my senses sway
Pinecone and apple
The leaves try to grapple
With the truth they’ll soon fall away

And two lovers are holding hands
Beneath the softwood tree
The lonely cast a longing eye
And dream of what could be

Harvest moon’s shining
Pumpkins are smiling
The fruit trees are ripe for display
Cocoa and amber
Soon will come November
For now I shiver in the cool October breeze

And the lovers snuggle closer
And embrace with reckless ease
The lonely gaze up at the sky
And dream of what could be

Daylight’s fading faster
As in comes November
Bright shooting stars fall from their place

And the lovers have said goodnight
To that old softwood tree
The lonely close their weary eyes
And dream of what could be

Words by J.C. Newton, 2009