October
October is an actress
who plays three roles
Young maiden wearing robes
of russet, scarlet and umber,
Adorning herself with golden leaf,
purple amethysts and red garnets,
Rushing to meet her lover
on snow-capped mountain
to dance to the music of the wind.
Homemaker harvesting Fall’s abundance
of plump pumpkin, sleek eggplant, and golden pear,
Serving hot tea and cinnamony apple crisp
to guests who linger in October’s sunshine glow.
Old crone in witch’s hat
stirring trick-or-treat brew.
With pointed nose and pinched lips
greeting little goblins at her door.
October, stay, repeat the roles
We are not ready for drab November
who waits at stage left.
A beautiful poem, Wilma! I have commented on the same at Write Out Loud Blog. I love the mood, vocabulary and imagery of your poem. It's a pleasure to read your work and I am going to read the rest of the wonderful poems here.
Thank you for the invite.😊