October breathes
its final sigh through
the bright colored brittling
of frosted sunlight.
Soon the goblin march
of tricksters will bleed
candy dishes until bedtime
dreams the midnight hour.
October stretches her limbs
into the wind and jealously
drops her jeweled leaves
so November will be forced
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its final sigh through
the bright colored brittling
of frosted sunlight."
Lovely poem!
Anna :o]
'October stretches her limbs
into the wind and jealously
drops her jeweled leaves
so November will be forced
to arrive in a dress of faded brown'.
This is a gorgeous poem, Susie. The first dawn of November does feel different, does feel like this. xoxo
such a drab month
decorate it giving thanks and love
namaste
JzB