October and I am pensieve.
I live in a state of wonder,
awe and boredom. Pick up a jacket
and walk to meet you as I ponder.

Keys in the lock turn twice
as I reflect on the meaning of 'nice',
that's life.
Cold air shows me who's boss as
my mother nature chills my skin.
Her wisdom seeps in and I am enflamed
with a sense of peace.

The stones are crunching underfoot
and leaves have littered all but the
path. No lunch earlier so my hunger
forces a growl into the still air.
My tshirt feels soft and smells
of shades of emotion I tried
and tested during different eras of
life. Exhale, slow down.

Head down but occasionally a glance
towards the home of human ideas
perchance will show a flash of
the musicians who aren't singing
in this weather. They prefer to stay
together, unlike we who long to drive
for miles and leave things behind.

Turning towards the park and my eyes
avoid a couple jogging past as is
customary for anyone apart from
muggers or friends. You stand, upright
and knowing, dressed in full winter
kit. I've needed this hit for a long time.

Our eyes don't meet -mine don't leave
my feet as I struggle to speak. Nodding,
you produce from your coat something
covered in glove. I was looking for love
and indeed I accept the card.
Now that wasn't very far
to go for a show
of two ghosts meeting
for a stroll in the park.