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Autumn – Poem of the Month – October 2018

Autumn

Acorns crunching under feet

Squirrels making a hasty retreat

Leaves of different colors fallen

This is now the season of Autumn

Humidity has finally left the air

The sun lies lower with less of a glare

A crispness now freshens the landscape

Summer has finally found her escape

Flower petals dying out on stems

Fall winds will perform the cleanse

Miles of fields recently mowed

Lined with hay rolls of colored gold

Illuminating the glorious landscape

Nature beginning to take shape

Sheaves of wheat standing propped

Not a sign of any left uncropped

A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch

Happy children hoping to catch

the biggest they can find

For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed

Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks

Costume considerations and rosy cheeks

Trick or treats

Lots of sweets

Bottles of cider from apple orchards

Do clocks go back or forwards?

Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie

Family visits and stomachs to satisfy

Obsequious children asking for cookies

Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies

Football games on television

When do we eat? Such indecision

Remembering what we are thankful for

Never forgetting those who went before

Dedications and gratitude

Private moments of solitude

A season of harvest and plenty to share

Someone is hungry in the world out there

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Obsequious

Illuminate

Bottle

Dedicate

Panoply

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Moonlight

In a moon punctured velvety sky
The stars shone like bright lights
Glinting through pinholes reminiscent of
A thousand and one Arabian nights

A backdrop dramatic in its splendor
Showcasing the beauty of nature’s jewels
She reclined on a blanket of leaves
Her eyes drawing him into her limpid pools

The young and petulant girl had matured
She was now beautiful and seductive
Contrarily he remained socially awkward
Heuristic in his approach and still selective

Her infinite beauty was breathtaking
He felt rooted in the earth
A feeling of inadequacy consumed him
As he suffered in his dearth

She enthralled him on the forest floor
Devouring his manhood as she wished
Helpless in his efforts to dissuade her
Laying still until completely ravished

They lay holding each other tight
As if the other might disappear
Clinging to the sweet memory of love
Staring up at the celestial sphere

She was everything he had dreamed of
Although his superstition had given him fear
She elegantly propped herself on one elbow
And said, “Did you bring any beer?”

Christine Bolton

Word of the Day Challenge: Petulant

Rag Tag Community: Superstition

Fandango One Word Challenge: Fear

Daily Word Prompt: Heuristic

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