Goodbye October Poems

In the darkest fields are my robes of blood
Soaking and cursing me every night to shed.
Little through the valley lies my heart; 
When I met...

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The month we both  fell, 
Like the leaves
The month you entered my life,
Like the breeze 
The month we hummed our favourite new song,
Like the...

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People are sad because of the death of Richard Moll.
He was a talented actor who stood six feet eight tall.
People will be liars if they...

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I always knew the cider mill was across the road,
Down a little ways from Grandma's house.
This day, it must have been October;
The afternoon sun was...

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bye
so long
October
time to leave you
time to fill the air with a newer song
time to sing of harvests and thanksgiving
time to welcome
November
hello
hi

(Double Tetractys with Antonym Diamante...

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unwilling to toss
purple petals

though naturally
they drop

i don’t want to say goodbye
they’ve held me captivated 
for a fortnight

from buds with sanguine leaves
proud with praise
to blossoming royal...

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put your hands around
want to forget my worries
choking them all out...

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Morning’s first frost
Ghost sprawled to lawns

Horizon sun
Snowman’s head rolled from fog

The backs of deer
Cut atop the cropped bean fields
Like circling shark fins

On the way
To my...

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autumn is peeking
apples for picking~baking
leaves for the raking

 

Date Written: 8/21/2022
Note: Haiku Rhyme...

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October comes drifting with beautiful decay
the garden is fading and I must say goodbye
trees are removing their bright emerald gowns
but, oh so lovely are...

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The pause between Summer and Winter
Harvest time, pumpkins, apple pies and corn
Enchanting scenes of stained glass foliage


Magnificent fiery colors of soft yellow, orange and red
Autumn...

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When I think about October,                    ...

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Today was my shopping day,                                         ...

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It is October and again, three wishes should I make, 
But this time something’s different, I am different. 
I wish our bound will not break;...

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On a gloomy windy afternoon in October
The yellow and red leaves
Cling to the stretching trees
Ripe for the picking
By the fingertip
Ping
Of a raindrop

The weight of the...

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