The leaves turn brown For winter, The sky’s gone grey. I’m turning my thoughts Around you, Wondering how it would be, But knowing better Than to ask you to stay.
I’m thinking of how pretty You are in dresses And how you smile When I hold you. But this winter promises To be harsh And I can’t be the one To keep you from your Alabama sun.
The leaves turn brown For winter, The sky’s gone grey And you No matter what your accent, Will always be October.
The leaves turn brown For winter, The sky’s gone grey. I’m turning my thoughts Around you, Wondering how it would be, But knowing better Than to ask you to stay.
I’m thinking of how pretty You are in dresses And how you smile When I hold you. But this winter promises To be harsh And I can’t be the one To keep you from your Alabama sun.
The leaves turn brown For winter, The sky’s gone grey And you No matter what your accent, Will always be October.
Last day before the school break. Morgan gets her week off from school again for Halloween, her birthday. Dress up for the last friday, no uniform today! We walk to school by the sea shore as usual, up the stone road to the main road and school. She runs off to play in the school yard. All the children dressed up, skeletons and witches classics still win out but plenty of cats, ghosts, and un-deads – but not a single Frankenstein. We sit on the bench, Michelle and i, waiting for the bus into Galway City. Its the first frosty morning. Its the pale pinks and greys breaking up over a restless bay. Its the season. Remembering.
