October's Gifts
Of all the months, the days of October
Call to me with a voice like no other
The harvest almost done, silos filling
Over night the color palate changes
Birds have gathered for their flight
Enchantment of the year's first fireside
Renewing rest of winter soon to come
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment