October

Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with  pungent perfume.

Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink horn capped with slime,
As carrion beetles pass the time.

Bramblings feast on bountiful mast ,
As the Autumnal harvest dwindles fast;
Yellowed leaves drift and decompose
Into next year's cellulose.

Winter migrants with welcome calls
As the Indian Summer falters,and falls;
Nature's tempo tarries,then slows
As all creation begins to doze.
&fog forms ,at the close of day.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Nicole Avatar
September 30, 2021 at 8:31 PM
October is such a beautiful month and I enjoy watching the leaves change color. Nature's aroma "is" simply breathtaking. You paint such vivid images with your words. Many wonderful blessings to you, my dear friend. :) Brandy
Strand Avatar
October 1, 2021 at 1:04 AM
Yes can be ok Brandy,but Englad is temporateso can go either way
Mcintosh Avatar
September 30, 2021 at 4:09 PM
Lovely words. I enjoyed so much. I love love love fall. God bless you, Brian. Love, Gina
Strand Avatar
October 1, 2021 at 1:03 AM
Hereabouts Gina,depends if we have an Indian summer with it.
Buehler Avatar
September 30, 2021 at 11:17 AM
This is magical, Brian, and the wonderful imagery is putting me in the mood for fall. This is a fave for me. :D
Strand Avatar
October 1, 2021 at 1:02 AM
Yes a melncholy elegance about this month in our hemisphere
Rodrigues Avatar
September 30, 2021 at 4:31 AM
Brian, you have delivered an unique take on Autumn! Fave!
Strand Avatar
October 1, 2021 at 1:00 AM
Part of a series Gary suggested earlier in the year
Kendrick Avatar
September 30, 2021 at 3:33 AM
I had to look up dogwood in England to see what species of which you were speaking. Dogwood over here is a gnarly small tree that blooms in the spring. Just trying to figure it out. I do like this one describing the month of October even though we do have different plants. soupmail. Your visit to my page is encouraging. Sara
Strand Avatar
October 1, 2021 at 1:00 AM
A lovely month Sara,if a bit melancholy
Radice Avatar
September 30, 2021 at 2:13 AM
I can set my seasonal clock by your poems Brian. This delivers..(Marram grass features in a couple of my poems; I love how it looks in an art sense: how it moves, breathes and lives in the wind..Prophetic fallacy et al.. but I digress..) I particularly like your lines: "Yellowed leaves drift and decompose Into next year's cellulose." Such atmosphere - Autumn isn't all reds and golds..Cheers - Gary
Strand Avatar
October 1, 2021 at 12:58 AM
If you recall Gary,I have you to thank fo my series,thank you.
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