Thursday, October 16, 2008

autumn

raindrops are grace on the wind
amid pumpkins, honking geese and apple cider

fresh rain pelting in autumn’s rolling colored blowing leaves
ride soft pink cheek taps of breeze
and whisk over my collar with a shiver
in gusting chill October

this night’s clouds will
damn near catch fire
as whispy black and white goblins
zoom by the moon

2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

A nice read, the first line is so lovely

Annie said...

Hi Jack,

I love the sounds in this poem, and reading it aloud.