Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Someone’s playing violin and Someone’s singing too; Music’s low then higher in That tiny speck of blue On gray gray skies; It’s coming through.

Lights gone out It’s dark outside Lights unlit It’s dark And “it” Is coming.

There’s a rustle in the trees There’s a rumble underneath There’s a hint of something roaring Faraway. And the breeze is going to take me And it shakes the trees to break me There’s a hint of something roaring Here today.

October’s Nearly over I remember Summer sun and now November’s coming Winter. How’d The year go by so fast?

Once upon a dark and dreary Night when moon is pale and weary Might I see your face my dear? Don’t be afeard of me.