October Poetry

flora and fauna the lullaby of the night insects buzz, birds chirp, trees dance together, in harmony mother nature’s orchestra

autumn I never appreciated october’s vibrant beauty. thankfully, I have found my autumnal tinted glasses.

hesper there, down the long gravel road hidden between the cornfields underneath the sun’s spotlight stands friendship and fellowship

harvest sonnet every autumn the leaves die my grandfather, fading and falling in tandem the previous year the chilly october air triggers my asthma my shortness of breath reminds me of his last a leaf goes from yellow to green to orange or red — sometimes back to yellow where is this transformative beauty in human death? leaves fall slowly and silently, it is easy to miss until one morning, you notice the trees are bare maybe the fallen leaf is not a decoration of death, but instead a form of self-protection, a visible testament to life on the ground, to protect, to fortify, to defend contributing to the health of not only the tree, but the forest he is my mulch, my fertilizer, my foundation the soil is healthier and the plants are stronger — his legacy

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