Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, October 1, 2014


photo by songs of light
October is a cruel month
She doles out sunlight
like a petulant child forced to share her candy
Too hot to bundle up
Too cool to strip down
October relishes discomfort
She paints flowers and leaves
the color of dirt
just to remind you
that nothing lives forever.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Words Count With MZ, Personification


Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

return to dirt or star dust.

it is a reminder heeded ever so often now days.


Other Mary said...

Awww - but I still love her!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Although I am at the other end of the seasonal scale, what you say of October holds true here - such a moody month caught between winter and summer.

Anonymous said...

She is exasperating and soothing at a moment's notice but I love her more than winter. Very nice write!

Stacy M.S. said...

i like your angst here....the tough look at the dark side of the season!

hedgewitch said...

I think we are revving on the same message, LM. This is simple, straightforward and true: even as its musical lilt seems lighthearted, the darkness, just like October, follows it.

Maude Lynn said...

I really like the approach you took to this. "October relishes discomfort." Outstanding.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"to remind us that nothing lives forever." So well done!

Archer's Bones said...

Oooo yes.
Yes. I like this.

Susie Clevenger said...

Love that ending...

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

seasons change -each has its own charm-lovely