October's Song

She pleads in mirth and mutiny

A plaintive sigh, a bully-breeze

A skirmish on the grassy lea

An ocean rushing through the trees

She ripples in tranquility

Then grumbles, mumbles, hungry; cold

Tugging the laughter from the tree

In tears of scarlet, red and gold

She wanders fall’s bare-fallow girth

In search of summer’s melody

A desperate combing of the earth

A sweet, moody melancholy

She lounges in the bleeding dell

Then suddenly she lilts and leaps

No rhyme or sequence to her swell

She rises, falls; her maestro sleeps

Her sassy canto soon shall dim

The tremor of her farewell note

Will echo on the naked limb

And in the ache lodged in our throat

 Janet Martin

I’m going out to let her song tease and torment me for a little while…