Tuesday, October 23, 2012

In October

In October

While brittle leaves begin to fall

And shadows grow longer on the wall

I’m drawn to a wistful solitude.

In October

The cold wind scatters the red and gold,

The full moon tells its tales of old

And I’m lost in a wistful solitude.

In October

While ghosts and goblins roam the streets

Demanding ghost and goblin treats

I watch from wistful solitude.

Copyright 2012


Rain Trueax said...

you captured the season well

Mary said...

Lovely blog picture. And a poem to read by the fireside.

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