The October moon is brighter The sun
Transition month Prepares for winter's cold within the cozy hearth
Come, it whispers, Step into the pinks of morning sun and the reds of evening light
Touch the wet browns of the meadow grass
Listen to the sound of the ochre and the umber of the leaf as it lands
Taste the reds in the harvest
See the blacks in the wings of the migrant bird
Smell the purples in the wine
2 thoughts on “October”
Lucia, My goodness the poem is so alive. It is like you can touch and sense the fall all around us. Lucia your poetry is spectacular!!
Thank you, Clifford, for your support and your kind, encouraging words.