October

It was October when your deterrent wind left us

immured in our rue,

stoic and capsized,

dumbstruck and breathless.

We once were unimpeachable towers 

casting shadows on local fare

having harnessed your power,

your beauty, your company;

now humbled and cold,

bewildered and confused.

We became subterranean dwellings

seeking amnesty from your gales.

We remembered the thin whistle, 

how the deciduous forest barely bent 

in your kinetic energy.

You purloined the bouquet of the Heathers 

and Chrysanthemums 

from listless gardens you never tended.

We were unsuspecting and naive,

frolicking in front of the fireplace;

our hinges compromised,

nevertheless our hearths were in gracious salutation,

and were reminded the last time

your breeze placated our perturbation

and how you suffered before our occasion.

You were longed for like sweet spring breezes,

hushed confessions grazing our fields,

and you harvested our hospitality;

in our soul we berthed premature affection

until our credence ripened 

and you realized that you were a gust

that no abode could contain.

Our doors creaked in the dead of an October night

not possibly suspecting your recession

or awaking to find we were disfavored furniture

overturned in your wake

left dumbstruck, bewildered,

wind-burnt,

promising our forlorn walls

we would never tarnish in your vapor again.

Reviews

[Talia The Hedgehog]

reminds me about going out into the woods and meeting a ghost

[m.s.early]

That's an interesting take on it :) Thank you for reading :)

[Lyn Anderson]

The vivid imagery is captivating, forboding, and connotes an acute sense of loss. A powerful write.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you for reading KL :)