restless leaves chase each other like kids at play
then a transient red sun peers through
thin grey clouds as if an alien planet
as October birds sing and a squirrel scurries up a tree.
Ophelia will soon take to the stage
partly diminished but roaring with rage
but my eyes are glued to the hot red ball
appearing a similar size to a full moon
as clouds ghost across its mighty surface.
The trees hiss with more urgency
telling their neighbours the winds will be fierce.
A bin is blown over and then I stare
at a plastic bag dancing in the air.