October is coming
Maybe sooner than expected
Children are getting their costumes
Parents are getting candy
And Dad is eating half of it
Pumpkin spice will be long gone
Pumpkin pie will be the new thing
For those of you old enough to remember
Maybe Snoopy will find his target
And the Great Pumpkin will rise again
So will the dead and their spirits
Led into the open by a million bats
Making it the perfect night
To have a good night of trick or treat
© Poem – IV/IX/MMXXV
LRET
Calm, coy October
Brings forth melancholy days,
The emptied branches...
And all harvests put away
Before warm mists leave the fields.
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Tumultuous Fall,
After spectacular blaze
At Octobers end,
Stripped of all her finery
Rejoices in rude nakedness.
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Where more mellowness
Or more agreeable days
Than when October's
Sparkling and mosaic beams
Spilling over branch and bough.
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Crisp chills of air betwixt the leaves;
Uninterrupted,their autumnal descent.
Shed from clusters of molting trees,
Color fades from limbs barren and bent.
Branches shiver in the shifting wind,
Foretelling colder times to come.
Wynorrific,a blood red moon
Strikes fear into the hearts of some.
Dreary clouds adorn the sky,
As mist enshrouds the ground.
Moonlight shadows cast ambient
Cascades of darkness all around.
Loneliness seems surrounding
Throughout this season of change.
Twysts and Turns of Time
Make no two years the same.
Though ever-changing in its nature,
Autumn holds a coveted place
Midst two giants of hot and cold;
A perfect meld of temperate solace.
Hence is Autumn's epitome:
Change and Desolace reign king;
Of Winter's deathly grip
The prophetic winds do sing.
"Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
fluttering from the autumn tree."
Emily Bronte
I wish the summer would last forever.
But it is half past summer already.
Some parts of my garden are decaying.
But there is still beauty in those withered plants.
I pause to contemplate.
Yes, divine will be the colours of fall.
The red, yellow, and orange leaves will be dancing.
Just two months till fall, and I am dreaming of the sublime.
Why is Sumner such a short time?
Just getting started,
then running into half past summer.
July seems to be the half way mark,
August is almost here.
August will turn into September then into October,
then fall will be here.
Fall with cooler days,
a pretty carpet of colorful leaves covering the ground.
The smell of humidor
Charmed the old house and
Frightened me as I ascended the
Narrow stairwell that gentle
October morning.
The song of autumn was playing
Low, and with astute grace.
Silent, the royal smell wafted between Cuba
And Denmark,
Across fat rank grass of fecund roots.
I snuffled through fogs of earliness,
Webbed by clamping cold.
Cigars without smoke took over from the
Humidor and hugged my lungs.
Mother’s Daughter
As they delivered you into the world upside-down, they wiped you clean
With steady hands that did not shake with the thunder of the firmament
Laying you upon my chest, each gazing into the other’s grey-blue irises full of
Wonderment, I believe we knew each other since the universe came to be with a bang
Of equal intensity
Your cries, ever moving me clumsily from my place in our house, singing of hunger and distress
Send me on a mission to quell your discomfort
On a sleepless night, in the cold of autumn, I take you out wrapped in arms of woolen blankets
Knitted by an old woman’s gnarled hands whose name I have forgotten
I present you to the dulled light of the ancient stars of the universe understanding you will never belong to just me
You take your place amongst time and space and the pulse of the elements with
A howl not unlike that of the wild wolves of the mountains
And observe as you set yourself free to join your brethren of the shared galaxy.
Spring home runs are for show
~ October’s are for all the dough
october brushed by
in the midst of an october sunrise
bearing splashes of colors beyond description
like a thick acrylic paint mixture
crimson with cadmium yellow
thrown…scattered like seed…by the hand of god
morning unfolds like a delicate rose
light crawls like aching fingers
touching soft lips that moisten the sands,
retreating, sliding like two bodies too close
to be parted, moving slowly, one advancing-
retreating, wave at a time.
the water returns—
–to the water
the sand to the sand
and yet the light to darkness
i’m sinking beneath the surface of my soul
void of color, gray on gray on gray
as a jacket of black smothers me
suffocating me
gripping my heart
until i see evil being squeezed out
jealousy is green, greed is yellow
hatred is black and deceit is red
until at last
god has taken the ugliness of my heart
squeezed my evil
and fashioned a brand new color
for tomorrow’s rainbow
all get one
just one
and you will remember yours
tolbert
God in all His majesty
gives us now His tenth great gift
of multifarious joys.
Ghostwinds whistle lilting tunes,
motivating dancing leaves
to make their scuttling noise.
Distant hills are masterpieces.
God, the Artist, planned the blend
of reddish brown and gold.
Mums and pumpkins fill their spots
in front-yard settings bright and bold.
Yard skeleton hazard’s a stay.
He smells like a fish aft’ three days.
We wish he’d keel over,
But one might discover
the neighbor’s been dead, sans sway.
How bad we’d all feel - all the same,
the grit and the bow are to blame.
The holiday bones wave.
It’s time to dig’m a grave.
The neighbor too IF he’s the same.
Bibi exchanges hundreds of murderers
with blood on their hands
for a handful of hostage civilians
fueling Hamas’ evil plans
for ‘a thousand more October sevens’
horrific antisemitic aggressions…
Sleep well, Bibi, tonight
as your countrymen's nightmares ignite
Out of misery—and for what?
What am I to do without my eyes of fog?
I am but a ghastly figure, trapped within my reality.
Pain once made me boundless and free,
Yet through the starry night, I feel love and dwell in it.
For luck’s sake, I am now chained to grace!
I must not, nor will I, lose myself to my heart’s content.
Though my hatred and sorrow have been quenched,
The fear around me remains.
You have felt it, as have I.
See to it that this memory is not lost
To the rhythm of this cursed soul.
Cooler breezes give us relief from the stifling heat,
A signal autumn is coming, and summer is in full retreat.
Leaves on the trees turn yellow, orange, red and brown,
As the days grow shorter, they eventually find their way to the ground.
As temperatures continue to cool, animals prepare for the cold months ahead,
Birds, reptiles, and mammals make ready for longer nights and shorter days instead.
Diminished daylight triggers an internal clock,
Signaling waterfowl to fly south, virtually non-stop.
Monarch butterflies commence migrating to their winter home,
Flying thousands of miles, their wings beating in cadence to an internal metronome.
As days pass, daylight shrinks and nighttime expands,
Driven by the earth’s voyage around the sun as we have come to understand.
As the outdoor world starts changing, all plants and animals adjust,
Preparing for the formidable winter ahead is a necessity, a must.
Plants start dropping seeds while animals gather food stores - their pre-winter haul,
It’s that time of year again, a time we call Fall.
October 2024
It is painfully over.
Now, I have no energy and time to write.
After six months exhausting myself,
To keep the simple, fun but impossible friendship alive.
I know, I had said many times the word "Goodbye"
Help me to take you off my mind.
You only wrote once and then everything was done.
That was how powerful someone could have in a relationship.
As long as they were careless about it.
However, I did not take it as you wanted.
For the first and last time.
I had taken control to act,
After months of pleasing you without questions asked.
Strange as it was,
The desire to write also diminished.
At the same time everything ended.
Properly, it was the sign to let go this time,
There was no turning back what so ever.
Goodbye my dear, I shall close this,
Every chapter and thereafter.
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