October Blue
October 16, 2011October Blue
Dawn beautiful October blue
now bare to hostile blazon winds
gone now the cordial morning dew
paint pallets, harvest time begins.
Tally the hours of Indian Summer
where butternut suns still give warm
to wash beaten skies where there is no slumber
and leaden days of Autumn mourn.
In russet brilliance birds do squawk
as Summer fields call them to reason
for the turning of the tall corn stalks
and copper fields staunch in season.
Murmuring leaves scrape firebrick walls
in mulled vermillion and speckled maze
toasty chestnuts, now heavily fall
on to frames of burgundy blaze.
So shamefully nude the willow weeps
and Golden Oaks lay barren, old
patterns crackle and blow in wild woods deep
and gilded gold, grow ghostly, silver, branches cold.
Posted by Rita F. Tatum. Posted In : General