Walking Through the Woods in October – Dusk

Walking Through the Woods in October – Dusk

A Poem by Mike Scinto

The sky’s hue touches the canopy,

purple and blue,

on the green and yellow

of an aging season’s head.


A lonely path unfolds before me,

woven through

the forest mellow,

where not a soul has tread.


The wind sings songs of coming winter,

a breeze’s chill,

briskly begotten,

from summer unto fall.


Marching through the silent hinter,

all is still,

a life forgotten,

as night comes for us all.

© 2014 Mike Scinto


Author's Note

Mike Scinto
Not a huge fan of the last line - needed to rhyme something with "fall" while keeping in the theme of twilight/change. May change later. Suggestions welcome.

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Added on October 6, 2014
Last Updated on October 6, 2014
Tags: poetry, seasons, autumn, fall, summer, october, dusk, change, woods, forest, nature

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Mike Scinto
Mike Scinto

Woodbury, CT



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