On This October Day

There is a slight chill in the freshening coastal breeze
But a pleasant enough day of around sixteen degrees
Across the blue sky scattered clouds of light gray
And the sun shining bright on this October day
A familiar voice of  the southern Spring
On an acacia tree the male blackbird does sing
And the warbling of the magpie melodious and  clear
The bird who does sing every day of the year
My worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
But in Nature never shortage of things for one to write about
My wonder of her only does seem to grow
But the more i learn of her so little about her i realize i do know
Since she does work in a mysterious way
And her secrets from us she keeps hidden away.