Thursday, October 18, 2018

It Is October Again This Year/dVerse

It Is October Again This Year

Scratch notes into my journal
Fingers touch the keys
You pull the bow across the strings
Beyond the music
I hear the crunch of your footsteps

On the gravel 
Golden leaves fall
Branches bare
You fill my memories
It is October again this year 

October 18, 2018

My list of words:
  • gravel                  leaf                    october                branch                          notes

28 comments:

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh gosh this is beautifully evocative!💖 Especially love the image of "golden leaves."😊

tonispencer said...

I love the leaves on the gravel. a lovely poem of October and the repetition of the line.

annell4 said...

Thank you Sanaa for your comment.

annell4 said...

Thank you Toni.

brudberg said...

October again... with all its darkness and bliss... a month of living and death...

annell4 said...

Yes, and maybe it is up to us? October, a month of living and death. Thanks for your comment, Bjorn.

Vicki said...

Loved this, Anne. I love the mystery of October.

Kathy Reed said...

Short, simple and nostalgic.

Kim M. Russell said...

I love how you've touched on all the things you associate with October in snatches of sounds, Annell. I also love the ambiguous way the first and second stanzas can be read separately or together.

annell4 said...

Thanks for your comment Vicki.

Frank Hubeny said...

I like the music combined with the crunch of footsteps and October filling memories.

annell4 said...

Thank you Kim. Yes, they could.

annell4 said...

Thank you Kathy.

annell4 said...

Thank you for your comment, Frank.

kaykuala said...

Come October and many things begin to change in anticipation of the end of year phenomenon. Nothing is going to make it different from years before.Very true annelle!

Hank.

Vivian Zems said...

This poignant, yet sweet.

annell4 said...

Thanks for your comments, Hank.

annell4 said...

Thank you Vivian, for your comment.

Margaret said...

You pull the bow... Ah the season of hunting Beautiful.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love this poem, Annell. The mood of October is so apparent.

annell4 said...

Thank you Margaret, you were right to go there, but actually I was thinking of music, Itzhak Perlman...

annell4 said...

Thank you Kerry, for your comment.

Maude Lynn said...

I was thinking music, too.

annell4 said...

Thank you Mama Zen, there seems to be a special music in the air, when autumn comes.

Lona Gynt said...

Very nice. Feel the autumn 🍂 chill, I am hiking the dVerse trail for this prompt a little late, nice to meet you on it .

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A poem as beautiful as October itself, my friend.

indybev said...


Your poems never fail to touch my heart!!

purplepeninportland.com said...

"The needle pierces the fabric
Disappears
Then returns"

Like so many things in life. Lovely, Annell!

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