October To Me. Poem by Luke Curcio
October To Me.
I didn't want you at first.
Or you didn't want me.
As if I woke up from a dream.
Your face was in front of me.
Bright and warm as can be.
Yet your warmth is not that of summer, but as only thou can be.
What autumn means to me.
I was young once.
Now grown and versed in the pangs life can be.
What Fall has become of me?
October to me.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,fall,hurt
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4/23/2024 4:35:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
October presents allot of contradictions in it's beauty and in the changing of temperatures, a slowing, a falling, a dying in preparation for winter. Your poem pulls out these themes and relates them to the human condition to the speaker in the poem. Thanks for sharing.
I wasn't sure how well this poem could rely the message, but clearly you were able to see it. Thank you much for your comment and for your read! !