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. (click on the pic to preview my poetry book!)