Ode To October...

October's Swansong Begins... 

 

OctPoWriMo day 30; sensitivity

Oh, sanguine charmer of the eye

You tease summer from trees and hills

With glades of gold, with scarlet ply

Extravagant, your palette spills

To fill the world with butterflies

A heaven-on-earth-paradise

Persimmon-rose-bronze-blended prize

A sacred dread instills

Oh, bold enticer of the heart

You draw worship from every ‘ah’

And with each brush-stroke you impart

To atheistic-boast, pure awe

At the authority of He

Who paints Earth’s panoramic lea

With autographs of majesty

In nature’s supreme law

Oh, seasoned spender of our sighs

Oh, tender troubadour of trees

Your leaf-and-lonely-limb good-byes

Ignite love’s soul-sweet agonies

In pumpkins, kissed with crumbled mist

In frosted flasks where you untwist

Morning, poured in silk amethyst

You have no enemies

Oh, author of apprenticeship
You gild then strip the supple clime
While in the orchard branches drip
Ruddy swansongs in apple-chime 
The nectar of hope's harvest pressed
And caught in cups of sparkling zest 
Where scholars holy-humbly blessed
Savor sun-flavored Time

Oh, keeper of our sorrow-storms

Love’s holding close and letting go

Is a keen winnowing as arms

Learn the lordship of seasons, oh

And like relinquishment of leaves

Of flowers spent and garnered sheaves

Gratitude swells while thought soft-grieves

October’s golden snow

© Janet Martin