Saturday, October 24, 2009
I love this month! Below is a bit of poetry I wrote years back.
Early one October Eve
(As the sun makes shorter days)
I went upon an evening walk
In the whispering Autumn haze
October nights are crisp and cool
Lit only by a silvery moon
A cricket 'neath a haystack chants
"There'll be a frost--come soon!'
The air's heavy with glistening dew
And lays a blanket on the lawn
It tip-toes in the pumpkin patch
Where it slumbers there 'til dawn
Our old scarecrow sways, and bends
In the cornstalks-- with the breeze
He wears a ragged pair of pants
With patches at his knees
The night owl whispers "who?-- who?--WHO!"
From a perch high in the old oak tree
"Shh...!" what's that scampering in the leaves?
Perhaps some goblins, I can't see?
Suddenly, I see shadows EVERYWHERE
Behind every shed and tree
I'm not sure...but I think I heard---
Some footsteps -----following me!
Smoke wisps ghost-like through the air
As in the October dark, I roam
Its time to end my evening walk...
...And RUN back safely home!
By Shelley D. Stanton - October 2000