October

A Poem by Leslie Philibert

the moon dilutes

and frights brass-warmed stars,

the crab apples of your story

fall, so let me hide you

in a box under sticky earth.

You are eyeless and unsighted ;

rain falls like dog`s gravel

and all these short days are

scattered and running;

the wind pushes you aside.

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My thanks for looking at this, and I bet too the Highlands are a dramatic and poetic place to be this time of year.Regards !

So many evocative lines. So much that summons the mood. Especially that last stanza given what is happening in the Highlands right now.

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I`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..

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