Friday, October 7, 2011

October

It’s times like these, when I watch the wind
Playing with the leaves, yellow and crimson and brown,
And the sun sparkles brightly....

A chill nips the air, and I think of my past.
Burning bonfires, eating marshmallows, cold starry nights.
Hiding, watching children or monsters (I can’t remember which)
Walking by in search of candy – oh!
The terror that one of them might ring at our door!
Little games like these were so much fun!
I remember hiking in a wood,
I remember wearing shirts with awful pins.
I remember lost loves, distant memories,
The cold twinge of a barely remembered mist.

It’s times like these, when the ethereal blue sky
Pulls on your soul,
So that you think you might die from beauty,
Such a deep, deep blue that it breaks your heart.

I’ll never know what it is that makes me love the Fall.
It seems that every year, a part of me dies and I never get it back.
Yet still, there’s something every year that keeps me in love with Autumn.

It’s times like these that make you remember.

1 comment:

  1. As I was reading Edna St. Vincent Millay, I realized a similarity between her poem and this poem that I wrote a couple of days ago. I knew that some of these ideas seemed familiar to me, and now I know why. Although I had forgotten these words, I now realize that they must have been at the back of my mind while I wrote this poem.

    "Here such a passion is
    As stretcheth me apart - Lord, I do fear
    Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
    My soul is all but out of me, - let fall
    No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call."

    God's World
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

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