In October
While brittle leaves begin to fall
And shadows grow longer on the wall
I’m drawn to a wistful solitude.
The cold wind scatters the red and gold,
The full moon tells its tales of old
And I’m lost in a wistful solitude.
While ghosts and goblins roam the streets
Demanding ghost and goblin treats
I watch from wistful solitude.
3 comments:
you captured the season well
Lovely blog picture. And a poem to read by the fireside.
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