October Poem 2010

Each time the wheel turns I try to write an October poem to remember the end of the old Celtic year. Here is the one I wrote this year.

October Poem

 

 

Again the dying of the year

When goblins appear

With wicked grins

And the veil thins

Arousing mortal fear.

 

What dread creatures haunt the night

To give your weary soul a fright?

Monsters hidden in the deep

With the weakend sun can creep

Into the pale light.

 

 

A skeleton hangs from a tree

A muffled moan reminds me

The turning leaves are falling

And ancient spirits

Are roaming free.

 

Listen.

Hear the quiet sighing breeze

A gentle lament sung for thee.

A hint of spring

In the sun lights dying gleam?