October

Musty crackle of wind-weathered leaves

Echoes in forests of beech and oak as

We wade shin-deep in  pools of

Scarlet and amber and dead-season brown.

 

October sun slides down toward dusk,

Inviting pumpkin-shuttered candles

To fill the witch-cloud ghost-night

With cool, scorched air and tattered, windy light.

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