October Wood.

 


I love these soft

October days

with every breath

a whisper left,

to draw you close

in silk embrace.

 

Vibrant kisses guide

your steps

as falls her cloak

about the way

and bares her soul

to winter.

 

 

© sweetwater 2019
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A Poet In Winter – well autumn. Soul bared cloak fallen – just mellow ๐Ÿ˜€

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Metaphorically a love poem too, Sue (more so if ending ..’and bares her soul to fate’!). No, a beautiful poem about October, a much underrated month, deserving the respect you give it here; funny how we both refer to the vibrant ‘breezes’ loosening leaves, here that cloak Mother Nature, ‘baring her soul’, having been a seduced by an annual lover that unclothes her.
Your muse is serving you well now. (I think October needs a capital? I’m not sure these late-life days!)
Trevor

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