The magic of many Brentford autumns
Works on me when I see great leaves
Seem more to glow with life than fade
When their violent red make bushes blaze
Saturday afternoons and jumble sales
And visiting libraries as evening came
Then home to tea after going mad in the park
And maybe Famous Five read by the bed
She walks now tall around the corner,
Our first. Our younger’s far afield
Yet mellow joys do not decline
We have an evening – candles, cats and wine
And I love you so and more than ever.