October Whimsy

Earth is a leaf-swaddled garden

The wind is a minstrel, lost

And every field a silent sea

That once his baton tossed

Dusk is a maiden weeping

Over the countryside

Bereft of blushing lilies, Love,

Where summer’s laughter died

We are both Wonder and Wanting

Caught between smiles and tears

The sky, a yawning awning where

October disappears

Time is a cello, bronzed-yellow

We are its grin of grief

The wind is a crestfallen fellow

Because earth is a leaf

© Janet Martin

With forecasts of Hurricane Patricia's leftovers passing through today, yester-dusk Victoria and I decided to get out for a hike before the fields turn to pure mud...

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