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October Requiem
by Kristina Woodhill
Leaves drenching our back lawn
Autumn ash whispers attend their busy gatherings
Speak of relief, respite from heat
Speak of welcome pause from garden toil
Speak of enforced rest
For even the most determined ant
and its tunneled farm of purpose
Leaf of moist green
Leaf of crumpling brash colors
Leaves:
book leaves
table leaves
pressed leaves
delicate skeletal remains of leaves
discovered beneath a friend's shading bush
Leaf
Leaves
Leaving
Left
You left yesterday
Fall
Fell
Fallen
So hard, so soon, so sudden
Your family tree bereft
Our approaching winter
stark
10/09/2018 Posted on 10/25/2018
Copyright © 2023 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/25/18 at 11:16 AM A poem well reflective and deserving of its title. Really like what you've done here, Kris, in both style and substance. |
| Posted by Johanna May on 11/24/18 at 10:22 AM Wispy as the metaphor you used. I hope it is not a literal loss. Hugs. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/26/19 at 06:14 PM Certainly you would never have a 'stark' winter regardless of the weather. You and your poetry shine to bright for that. lol george |
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