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