October Poem by Bert Bell

October

Rating: 5.0


October brings both beauty and dread;
And when it first arrives, it feels
Like something has already been lost.
Before all its radiant spectra have fluttered free
Of their brittle, twiggy hosts,
And abandoned them to waver naked
In the chilling promise of runny noses and flu shots,
It's always the same, like a looming shroud.
It feels ominous to me; it always has.

Thursday, October 4, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: october
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 16 October 2012

Beautifully descriptive write.

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Smoky Hoss 07 October 2012

I know that feeling Bert, you've penned it well here. It is nearly ineffable, but the way you put it lends me to realize others feel it also. Good write.

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