October Day
I still remember that October day
how the wind swept leaves away.
The noon sun glorified raven hair
how it flowed how I had to stare.
Painful memories refusing to die
for many years I wondered why.
Why cruel winter rueful and gray
bleak and pitiless stole you away.
Yet constant as the crescent moon
remembrances of love are strewn.
Forever I think on an October day
how the wind swept leaves away.
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