Monday, October 26, 2015

October Blur 

October blurs the edges
Primary colors fade to
subtle, nuanced shades.
Round pumpkins, spiral
gourds obscure edges.
Sky falls in closer, mist
rises, soft air kisses earth.,
Night eclipses vivid day.
Light surrenders to shadow.
Mystery blurs identities.   
Death orchestrates rebirth
Veil thins.  Spirits sneak in.


  1. October is a very reflective time of year. Your poem gives me the 'feel' of the month and adds a bit of its mystery! I like that you are adding pictures to your poetry too.

    1. Thanks mary. I don't know how well I will do with adding pictures, but it is encouraging me to try that you commented favorably.

  2. This comment has been removed by the author.