October come she will

Mist shrouds the silver sun.

Leaves decay and crumble.

Like this chipped choc cookie.

Or a song by Simon and Garfunkel.

Light fades at six and seven.

The air is bleak and chill with cold.

God has deserted his heaven.

‘A love once new has now grown old.’

Biscuit: Fairglobe Cranberry Cookies

Taste test: 7 out of 10
Cost: Anonymous gift