Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Of October's Prose




Of poems on parchment
Of reed-stippled ponds
Of teasels on easels
Of frost-brittle fronds
Of paintings on canvas
Of endless blue sky
Of sienna stanzas
Where summer-songs lie

Of beggar and borrower
Not set apart
All eyes feast on flowers
And *blaze of leaf art
Of wind-tousled tassel
On corn-tinseled sweep
Of purple smoke-spiral
O’er woods half asleep

Of farewells, breathtaking
Of hellos soon lost
In wind-wassail shaking
The tress of tree-tops
Of silver-sage stages
Of garden’s repose
Ah, these are the pages
Of October’s prose

© Janet Martin




* Autumn lovers in this area are a little color-famished this year;
not much blaze.
Mostly just hazel-bronze with here and there a "look, look at me" tree!


2 comments:

  1. Hazel bronze is good!

    “Of wind-tousled tassel
    On corn-tinseled sweep
    Of purple smoke-spiral
    O’er woods half asleep”

    This SINGS!

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