October mist still thrills me every year
mysterious, chill mornings promise hope
the sun may soon prevail, the fog might clear
displaying Autumn’s bright kaleidoscope.
Mysterious, chill mornings promise hope
a sweeter morn behind the curtain lies
for lingering lily, hardy heliotrope.
The greedy, needy flora all will pray
the sun will soon prevail, the fog will clear.
The cold, damp interloper forced to flee
as all Creation shares a silent cheer
will slink away to plot new anarchy.
Displaying Autumn’s bright kaleidoscope
from earth to sky abundant, tier on tier
dawn proudly sheds her crepuscular cope.
October mist still thrills me every year.
First published in Reach Poetry