Best Mid October Poems

MID OCTOBER

    
       Mid -October with
       lovely lustre of autumn...

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It’s mid-October, and the cool morning air
refreshes and replenishes the players as they march
across a muddy lacrosse field, the low sun
that manages to peek through...

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There once was a little mighty ant
Who was extravagant and arrogant 
Known to be exorbitantly militant 
She was so combatant and petulant
They nicknamed her My...

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Indian summer lies within your autumn hazel eyes,
my velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost;
love lingers in bereft fingers, I stroke your face...

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By mid-October, I can always tell
it’s that sweet time when colors are so bright
that if they had aroma, they would smell
like candy corn or cinnamon...

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My people are the Ojibwa, fierce and strong,
a people of stories and myths and knowledge;
on birch bark scrolls and stones their history told,
and I,...

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Sated with savor sown in a summer past
   musings are mulled with soft cider flavor
whilst caramel leaves harvest eve’s rose hip rays —

and...

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Philosopher, Lover of Life, Wise One
What I would give
To see the world through your eyes
To picture the haze of freedom
Where there reigns injustice and chains
To...

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you may think you 
are exceedingly insignificant

but

your soul carries 
more warmth than
the sun bestows 
to the earth.

for I have been awoken by
the words spoken…by you....

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On a cool, crisp mid-October morning,
the sweetness of apples flavors the air.
And a chevron of geese honk their warning
that Winter is coming; stay if you...

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FALL

It’s mid October
All leaves finally fallen
Carpeting the ground
Swirling in the autumn breeze
Waving to the trees above...

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My beloved wife

It was the crows calling that gave the final warning on this mid October morning.
Just as the mist began falling upon the hills...

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The blinking downing sun of August
adorns the very tall stalks of wheat
with his last golden warm sunrays...
as the green kernels bend on stems.

The grasshoppers rest...

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While unwilling to fight in Vietnam,                   ...

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Today I am happy!
I was happy yesterday too.
I know I shall be happy tomorrow,
because that is what I always do.

It takes more muscles to frown,
than...

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