October Chill

autumn comes
upon trees
coppery soft
frail amber blooms
gather shadows
north winds stir
rosette twilight
birdsongs hush
the whispering breeze
orange, red maple leaves
ignite a crimson light
October lilts
frosted sigh
pumpkin moon
adorns ebon frilled sky




54 thoughts on “October Chill

  1. Who is this ebon
    When I can’t turn the page?

    Like rose hued
    I squint without a spine

    Why my words aren’t there
    Even when my ink graces

    The only leaf I can pick up….

    I miss u poet (ii)

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