Carol Mays Poet Blank verse

October Fest

Homes so recently abandoned
for Sunday swims and picnics
have become indoor respites
from the restless chill of change.

Secure, still days have vanished,
with hazy meadows humming.
Fireflies have met their end,
replaced with jack-o'-lanterns.

Now forewarning breezes,
stealthy, crisp, and vibrant,
pierce preoccupations,
uncovering reckless impulses.

Now uncanny images,
voices of chance and charm,
bide their ghostly time
to tease mortals hitherto content.

Darts and dashes of circumstance,
figures of flitting moments,
are creatures mysteriously born,
skipping towards certain death.

So what, if the end is approaching;
the witches' brew is bubbling--
the whispers of all moans and laughs,
the collage of dreams and desires.

Now is the ecstasy of flinging
one's fate to the unrefined choir--
the discordant sounds and initiatives
of many spirits and springs.

Grinning gourds and goblins
bless the annual surprise--
this primal burst of forces
that refuse once more to be quenched.

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Line Gauthier May 22, 2021 at 6:57 AM Love how you refer to fall as "the restless chill of change". Lovely imagery throughout ~

Debbie Duncan August 18, 2015 at 11:55 PM Love it , reminds me of the movie Hocus Pocus . Thank you for coming to read my Flickering Shadows :) Carol Mays August 29, 2015 at 9:57 PM Thank you.

Kelly Deschler February 24, 2015 at 5:45 PM This is a wonderful poem about my favorite time of the year. There is just something so mysterious and exciting about the fall season... I loved your poem, Carol and I am going to keep it as a favorite! Carol Mays February 24, 2015 at 7:39 PM When I saw that someone had commented on this poem, I knew it had to be you. Thank you!