October in pastel

October in pastels …

October

 

The evenings longer now  as October calls on me again laying fragile all emotion
introspect  retrospect or just plain melancholy
Oh but let October spend her days in pastels as she wishes
for I’ve never seen a more dressy lady

The gales waiting on November turn up what leaves do remain
the poplars chatter among themselves as the lady’s will
let them be for they will leave us all too soon
and once again winter arrives at our door

I think once again of youthful days and the scent of crayola afternoons
and multi colors of construction paper
The scent of white paste and at recess piles of browning leaves
afterwards to kick our way home

Those days are long long gone but if there is a god and but one
more cycle of colors and seasons  where children squeal play  and screech
down the road at the elementary school
I will be happy once again

And yet even as winter arrives there is a magic there as well
cold winds and blowing ice or snow
reach out your tongue as a child might do
and let your imagination go like the children’s laugh

But tonight there is a fire and a piano and that’s almost all I need
a dream and a love at my side
The dream is of more tomorrows as mellow as these
and love beyond whatever end arrives

October

EdF

Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would weever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ........

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we ever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ........

4 thoughts on “October in pastel

  • October 11, 2018 at 3:13 AM
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    Autumn is my favorite time of year and I would hat to live in a world without Octobers. Ed This piece is a wonderful tribute to all that is in what we call Autumn.

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  • October 11, 2018 at 7:04 AM
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    A beautifully visual filled with reminisces of changing season’s. I too love Fall it’s one of my favorite season’s for sure. I love the photo you chose to highlight your prose, perfectly chosen my friend. To have your piano and love by your side, what more can a man ask for? Nicely expressed Ed in your usual visual penned style.

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  • October 11, 2018 at 10:55 PM
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    Lovely work Ed. All the seasons come with their own individual beauty but I too love autumn the most, the colour and cycles of transformation so uniquely heart-warming. Some great imagery and nicely penned my friend. Very much enjoyed. Cheers!

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  • October 12, 2018 at 12:17 AM
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    Beautiful imagery here Ed, as you describe Autumn (your October) perfectly. I could vividly imagine all that you describe in this wonderful poem. Great work.

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