October

a seasonal write, very slight

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.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

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 !

[Ken Simm.]

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