Dear October

Dear October,

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.

Words Count With Mama Zen ~ Personification