October Night Dreams

A fall poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October Night Dreams

 

Crisp October starry 

Skies steal away

September's dreams of hot

Indian summer nights.

 

Lovers lie in bliss while 

Wrapped in blankets

Watching the flames

Fight to devour the fresh,

Split wood.

 

Sweet kisses pour

Over the downy

Little head of an infant,

As she lightly coos from

Her pink bassinet.

 

Black spiders fastidiously 

spindle their deadly

creations of art,

As dreams of an October

Night come true.

 

 

Author's Note

I like the transition from Indian Summers to brisk chilling Fall nights. They are often instant.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Really quite beautiful; this picture that you draw in delicate webs of woven words...chilling the skin but warming the soul...lovely.

[Short.Nerd]

I love the transition of Summer to Fall. I wish it could be like that all year around. Great poem. It was really good (:

[Dream Weaver]

Love this one Marie...nice job plus the
fact that October
is my favorite month.....

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

The power of fall is apon us. I loved the beautiful imagery.
This poem gave me a chill. I could feel the night air.

[SR Urie]

Dearest Marie,
Your prose is exquisite, draws out the fall colors in the weary mind now that summer if finally over. A phenominal observation of the season, sweet memory of the reason people take someone's hand before the snow comes; chop wood for the fires of December. Bravo my sweet! BZ

Great picture, too.

[Liza]

imagery is filled with wonder
i enjoyed the contrast too
very sensual and hopeful

[David W Moore III]

Yes. See s it was only yesterday that it was 98 degrees and now it's 60 here. Nice imagery. Tying the lovers at the fireplace, brings back memories of when I had a fireplace! Thanks

[M Garcia]

This is done quite well. I love the transition you mention as well. Thank you for sharing.

[Cynthia]

Actually, I love cool!
In HK, there's never snowing...
Your poem is such a amazing write!
Oh... I miss snow so

I don't like the transition at all. I hate the cold.