October comes in all her glory
The gentle brush of autumn
Sweeping the window frame
The trees quietly shedding
Skeleton leaves
Spindle branches
Rough bark
Trunks
Perfect weather for sleeping
She says
With a yawn
The bed is well worn
The pillows shaped
To our heads
Strands of hair
The smell of shampoo
And dreams
We keep the windows open
The air smells fresh
Keeps us clean
And naive
We are scared the building will
Fall down
Just like the leaves
We huddle up together
Shut our eyes
To keep the fear at bay
When did summer end
I do not know little Cricket
But I am so glad we live in a world
Where there are Octobers.
I am glad for Octobers too - the glorious colours on the trees, winter closing in with cozy indoor days, fireplaces, hot chocolate. Loved this poem, Jae. And may your building stand firmly!
ReplyDeleteI loved this Jae. How your readers must be pleased to read your poems and try to imagine you and and Alice at home!
ReplyDeleteIt's good to have someone to huddle with to keep the fear at bay.
ReplyDeleteThe thing that struck me most is the pillows and smell of shampoo! The bed in your poem is "well worn" which my mattress is, too much so, but a clean pillowcase and the smell of clean shampooed hair is hard to beat, October or any other month! It seems summer ended here the day the calendar said it would.
ReplyDeleteOctober as perfect weather for sleeping. Yes, I'm finding it so this morning. It's overcast and calm out here in the desert. Although I'm awake, I'm moving slowly. Life is good. Hope you and Little Cricket find it so too.
ReplyDelete"We keep the windows open
ReplyDeleteThe air smells fresh
Keeps us clean
And naive "
Bravo nice one
Much💜love
“The air smells fresh
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And naive“
I love that. <3
There is something about an October breeze - just right for an open window and all the smells it rustles up. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely poem full of fresh air and wonderful smells.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, Jae!
ReplyDelete"The smell of shampoo
And dreams . . .
I like that ending. There's a sense of both loss and optimism. I also like the lines: "The gentle brush of autumn / Sweeping the window frame"
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