Hitting On Lady October

A Nature lover's fantasy

I’d  like to grab Lady October
And steal away with her
To my private lair

I’d like to shake free
The autumn leaves
That decorate her hair

I’d like to gaze
Thru autumns haze
Into her walnut eyes

Hold her tight in thrall
Until next Fall…or..
At least til Winter dies

But she’s much too clever
For me to ever
Cause her sap to rise

She’ll leave me cold
Though I might make so bold
To tell her old man’s lies

I’d like to have her
Lay with me
Share my bed, my love, my life

But she turns me down
With a frosty frown
Says “old man, get a life!”

So who says life is fair?
Not me says I,
with wistful sigh

Who knows? Perhaps next year
I’ll get lucky…(and she’ll come around)
At least I’ll give it a try!

Author's Note

at least it's seasonal!

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

She'll leave me cold
Though I might make so bold.
A nice write.

[David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)]

Couldn't agree more Sami! Thanks for reading and commenting.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. Good stuff.

[John]

The poem just soared for me after you gazed into her walnut eyes. A real charmer this.

[David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)]

Thanks John, for taking the time to read and comment. I don't get many hits on this site so I appreciate them when I do get a few. This site has more the feel of a social site than a poetry site.

[John]

I agree with you absolutely. My conviction is that the best work on the site is the most ignored!