October

 

OCTOBER

 

Old earth tone

Palettes congregate,

Line the streets

*** 

Crispy air

Shuffles khaki leaves,

Remember

 ***

Cinnamon

Sticks in the throat

Of mull jugs

***

Pumpkins gloat

As ghouls beg for more,

Wrappers fall

 ***

Full moon lit

Shadows emerge –

Negatives

 

© Sally Paradise, 2011, All Rights Reserved

“Well, what did you think?”

“Well, what did you think?”

 

“Well, what did you think?”

I’ve heard people ask,

As if a snide comeback,

Was up to love’s task.

 

“Reasons, all reasons.”

“We’re not by your side.”

“Our life has its reasons,”

They’d chortle and chide.

 

“With friends like these friends

I’ve learned to just say,

“I’ll continue along,

Get out of their way.”

 

“Well, what did you think?”

They won’t hear me ask,

I’m so far behind them,

I walk in their past.

 

© Sally Paradise, 2011, All Rights Reserved