October's Intent.
Now, in autumn's hardening clay
fallen green leaves will change
to wind-bitten dark charcoal.
October has spoken.
Now foraging insect will forsake
late rose when petals decay
and new buds never open.
October has spoken.
Time of shrivelling stems,
mould growing on berries,
rime hoaring flower-beds,
cold wind chilling peppers
signs October's intent.
Now sinks sun and shortens day,
sags growth's passion to obtain
mastery for summer is over.
October has spoken.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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And yet some plants in our greenhouse are still producing more buds! Some flowers still going in the garden too. But know what you mean with the changing seasons in this fine write. No use asking me about gardening - I water the weeds too!
Another beautiful write Fay. ; )
Fay, this is beautiful!
Fred has spoken.
Ha - big giggle after reading this clever comment my friend. Pleased you though the read worthwhile.
Certainly was readworthy Fay as always.
Fine tribute to my favorite month, Fay. Beautifully written!
A lovely write about the turning of the season. One of my favorite times of year, not too hot, not too cold. Leaves are only partially turned, not in full Autumn color. I do miss the longer days of Summer though. I liked how you personified October, or at least gave it voice.Another nice write Fay. - Phil A.
Another good write Fay, October does have its beauty, the yellow, golden and orange of the countryside is wondrous.
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