Friday, October 9, 2015

Autumn whispers October into my ear

the light is gorgeous
there is football
the smell of crackling wood
in evening fireplaces
spices in the ale
gentle dawns
chilly, and breezes
afternoon oft' warm
O', those october breezes!
full-breath deep serenity
pleasures of company
before the year gets lonely
pumpkin pie, pumpkin everything
squash—butternut, kabocha, delicata!
a mellow heart, slowing pace
middling between
regular motion & slow motion
the air lighter yet heavier
betwixt, in the midst of—
something unnamable
not either and yet both
spirit more, veiled less
green at its most beautiful
although not spring-like
but a little of spring, i dissent
the angle of Sun makes a new colour
we don't have in any other month
comfy sweaters, thicker socks
thunder, clouds, big raindrops
clear crisp nights, sweeter stars
cozy cuddling, autumn-taste kisses
earlier bed reading, more books!
a fear—vague thoughts, of
what might not make it out from winter
but a chance we are forced to take
life risk, being alive
in autumn is true life

—Terri Guillemets

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