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:
My list of words:
- gravel leaf october branch notes
28 comments:
Oh gosh this is beautifully evocative!💖 Especially love the image of "golden leaves."😊
I love the leaves on the gravel. a lovely poem of October and the repetition of the line.
Thank you Sanaa for your comment.
Thank you Toni.
October again... with all its darkness and bliss... a month of living and death...
Yes, and maybe it is up to us? October, a month of living and death. Thanks for your comment, Bjorn.
Loved this, Anne. I love the mystery of October.
Short, simple and nostalgic.
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.
Thanks for your comment Vicki.
I like the music combined with the crunch of footsteps and October filling memories.
Thank you Kim. Yes, they could.
Thank you Kathy.
Thank you for your comment, Frank.
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.
This poignant, yet sweet.
Thanks for your comments, Hank.
Thank you Vivian, for your comment.
You pull the bow... Ah the season of hunting Beautiful.
I love this poem, Annell. The mood of October is so apparent.
Thank you Margaret, you were right to go there, but actually I was thinking of music, Itzhak Perlman...
Thank you Kerry, for your comment.
I was thinking music, too.
Thank you Mama Zen, there seems to be a special music in the air, when autumn comes.
Very nice. Feel the autumn 🍂 chill, I am hiking the dVerse trail for this prompt a little late, nice to meet you on it .
A poem as beautiful as October itself, my friend.
Your poems never fail to touch my heart!!
"The needle pierces the fabric
Disappears
Then returns"
Like so many things in life. Lovely, Annell!
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