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!