Saturday, October 1, 2016

October

Scratching –– astringent!
the brilliant sky assaults the eye
While wads of cloud, though blinding white
soften the blows of stinging light.

Summer’s splendor 
claws at the commanding blue
hating –– supplicating ––
Submitting at last in a fiery blast ––
a scornful array –– deceptively gay
of every vigorous hue.


Walls made of stone crack and groan
at the coming of frost ––
Flowers die beneath the sky ––
Pods of seed split open and bleed ––
scattering –– Hope –– 
on earth –– in air ––

Riding on wind that sounds like Despair,
But sings in harsh voice ––
as it stiffens the frost ––
Nothing is lost! 
Nothing is lost!




FreeThinke 

4 comments:

  1. October is arriving here with cloudy skies -- and rain, rain, rain.

    Too bad! But at least the drought is over.

    Maybe all this rain will allow the trees to burst forth in color in a few weeks. Right now, all the leaves are brown.

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  2. With Clarity We SpeakOctober 1, 2016 at 8:30 AM

    Autumn, the most beautiful and enjoyable of the 4 seasons. Where heat and humidity move and cool and comfort move in; ever so briefly.

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    1. Thank you, FJ. It was written a long time ago –– 1974 to be exact.

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