October 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.