casey28: (halloween witch moon)
Halloween is over and now I have a bit of post-Halloween blues. So I wrote this poem to try to express some of my feelings about it...

Pumpkins shine in moonlight fair
like misty orange stars,
that twinkle with a eerie gleam
that ghostly hands do mar

November shakes its tousled head
defies the salient winds,
that tug and pull at Halloween,
to take apart its limbs

Stay and haunt us cries the rain
that splatters every rail,
we need the veil that thins the worlds
and leaves a spooky trail

Leaves will brown when reds do fade
and snow will soon beget,
the patterns of a colder time
that autumn’s heart forgets

Bring back the holy haunted days
that ripen in the dark,
that feed the sacred yearnings,
that leave its mystic mark
casey28: (autumn girl red hair)
Happy first day of Autumn! Here's a little poem that I wrote to celebrate the day...

Trapped in a prison of heat and haze,
Autumn presses her face
against summer’s window,
praying for the chill
of a colder sun,
waiting for summer to drift away,
like a bird vanishing in twilight.


Autumn rises in the still of night,
her harvest face bathed in moonlight.
The world looks above in wonder,
stretching out its hollow hands,
waiting to be filled.
casey28: (autumn girl red hair)
I love Winter, but imagine what it would be like if Autumn decided to return..

Autumn Again

I sent away the Winter hand
that sparkles with its frost,
And sang instead an Autumn tune
to every leaf that's lost.

I painted back the golds and reds,
the sleepy pumpkins wake,
I walk the path of golden dreams
where Autumn always waits.

poem by me
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Early Spring blinks north,
lifts her dress like a broken wing
still weary from winter.

Cold skies and colder ground
mount the weeping stars
with limbs too weak for flight

Snow shrinks in fright,
as flakes too frail to fall
give birth like a barren bird.

Hovering on horizon's edge,
foggy pond fades from desolate view,
the tangled path unfolds.

Hope brings its misty dew in twilight.
the world lifts its thirsty hands,
like an empty barrel waiting for rain.

poem by me

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