October Acrostic

Written by: Michael Smith

October ochre sage writhes betwixt winter’s loom and the summers gone     astray
Chartreuse spilling out of season’s way to darker afternoons bewitched by greys
Tainted tinge of hints upon newly painted trees and then plumes are plucked and fade away
Ocarina songs of birds once heard in winds becomes ossia as only silence plays
Brood does the bitter frost to traverse across the earth to lay
Evening into stronger shadow, where the lunar clutches hallow skies to longer stay
Reigns the fall in crowns of pumpkins and Indian corn, until the snowflake flood rains upon autumn parades