October, And It's The Last Thing I Can Say Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

October and it's the last thing I can say
like a crimson gold green leaf about to stray
from the last twig before December's winds
oh earth stop turning for awhile
so I can understand
how much of a firewall I must build
inside my mind to endure
your miseries even from this seeming distance
take hostages of the wind
the wind can deal with it
and remain free so easily
the stars as well take hostage
men should not hostages be
far less their children
their children's children

mary angela douglas 17 october 2023