Did Shakespeare simply
ignore you or did he fear
his words could not
adequately speak of the beauty
of your candle flamed leaves
dancing with the wind?
Your glory hangs upon cinnamon limbs
prodding even the daylight star to question
eternity about the bard’s silence.
Perhaps it was Shakespeare’s intent
to have us pen our own October sonnet
while you quietly lay autumn upon his grave.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
At Real Toads Mama Zen prompted us to use personify October
in 53 words or less. Forgive me Mama Zen for being more wordy.