October Wind

Walking across scattered pages
I hear the rustle of fallen leaves
Glimpses of diaried days and handwritten weeks
Calendar months torn until the fall
Pages left to read the months past
With years drifting in the october wind

I climb thru the trees along the ridge
Surrounded by gold and bronze
Iron cold days ahead
Soon wreathed in silver and faded memories

Autumn has come to the woods
And autumn has come to me.

14 thoughts on “October Wind

  1. autumn has come to me…that is evocative…esp after the walk through the journals…i have kept a journal for about 8 years…and sometimes take a walk back through them….

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