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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 © 2019 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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