October's Lustrous Glory
Autumn breezes signal October's arrival
with windswept revelry they blow.
Golden leaves, like confetti, flutter aground.
Bare maples stand, and at their feet a carpet,
emblazoned in russet, amber, and crimson.
October offers bountiful treasures from the earth
Fields and meadows are ready for harvest,
nourished by Summer's afternoon's of soft rain
and a wealth of sunlight's warming rays.
Orchards have matured with fruits ripe for picking.
Gifts from God in plentitude to sustain human life.
Oh, how October dances until her cheeks blush
with beauty glowing in golden highlights on hills
and in the sheen of aubergine mountains at sunset.
Autumn's queen wears a crown of silken threads
from spider webs in her dew kissed hair, and a gown
woven from a myriad of colors in her twilight skies.
I walked among October's lustrous glory
then leaned upon a stone wall to catch my breath.
I heard the rustling of wind-blown leaves
as though they were murmuring a sad farewell.
My heart was burdened with funereal regret,
but October hushed me with a lyrical breeze,
"Do not mourn. There's a reason they've fallen."
I dared not question Autumn's melodious voice,
but at the wake of dying leaves, alone I somberly sat
until darkness shrouded them from my sight.
October 4, 2021
October Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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