Yellow leaves are scudding past the window
To lie broken on the rain darkened roadway.
Cars go by with windshield wipers
Beating like demented metronomes.
Winters encroaching spirit hangs around the door
A ghostly crepe myrtle wreath.
Today we should make a rich stew to scent the air
Or better still spice cake stuffed with sultanas,
Apple crumble and date squares.
Cold wet weather needs a cook in the kitchen.