Celebrating October
The frost has arrived on grass that has grayed,
emerald turned crimson with comfort and ease-
barren branches withered as they swayed,
as Summertime bids farewell to the warm breeze.
Emerald turned crimson with comfort and ease.
My pastels sketch October’s tangerine sunset,
as Summertime bids farewell to the warm breeze.
For this is the season I shan’t ever forget.
My pastels sketch October’s tangerine sunset,
and o, that sky in morn; inhaling serenity-
For this is the season I shan’t ever forget,
if only I had grandma’s warm apple pie recipe.
And o, that sky in morn; inhaling serenity,
old leaves decay resting upon dry fields, array-
If only I had grandma’s warm apple pie recipe,
and drink Starbuck’s warm pumpkin spice latte.
Old leaves decay resting upon dry fields, array.
Soon, I shall be the queen of a candy machine
and drink Starbuck’s warm pumpkin spice latte;
for it’s October, the month we celebrate Halloween.
Soon, I shall be the queen of a candy machine,
barren branches withered as they swayed;
for it’s October, the month we celebrate Halloween - - -
the frost has arrived on grass that has grayed.
October 1, 2019
Poet's October Pantoum Cash Prize Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
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