Granted, this is a minority view!
When Bold October ...
When bold October, with his leaves ablaze,
Instructs us in the limits of our days
And brash north winds kick up the trodden dust,
Mortality broadcast by every gust,
When eyes adapt themselves to shrinking light
And golden suns go pale at autumn's blight,
I marinate my flesh in the deep chill
And my heat-weary heart begins to thrill.
When cold November with its early dusk
Sharpens the air, dispelling warm days' musk,
And gatherings of kin and kith and friend
Announce another year's about to end,
When rustling of spent foliage stirs your ears
And icy gales can sting your eyes with tears,
Then I forget, for now, my daily worries
And sing hosanna for the frost and flurries!
Poetry by thomas d
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Written on 2019-11-04 at 03:24
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