October

 

Autumn poem

Black walnut trees

Stained by October moon

Shed their yellowed garb

Will face what comes

With strength and grace

As deep inside they crochet

Next year’s lace

                            --Elizabeth Hykes

cold tea surrenders,

invites the October moon

to slip into the cup

                              --Jeff Burt

October moon

like the eye of a deer

caught between baying dogs

at dusk

                            --Patricia Furstenberg

orange moon

monarchs come to rest

on the old pine

                            --Randy Brooks

chipmunks

the barn owl blackens

the Autumn Moon

                            --Joshua St. Claire

autumn moon gazing

through storm-tattered alder leaf;

shadowed lace and light

                            --Kersten Christianson

October moonrise

the sky’s abiding ceiling

glows with fire

                            --Katherine Simmons

a star wanes and fades

as the autumn moon rises

a new light by which to steer the ship

                             --Ceri Marriott

sunbeams glance first frost 

moon — dance waterfalls — tree, ferns

infinite fractals

                            --Gerard Sarnat

leaves rustle and fall

a distant symphony soothes

cool air rings with bird calls

                            --Christi Kochifos Caceres

Moon of falling leaves

                                      Greets guests honorably 
 
Night unashamed

                              Lightly impresses 
 
Rhythmic crickets filigree

                                            Stars gossamer wickets

 
Trance

             Of receptive opposites
 
Darkness 
               conjures light
 
Trance

             Of receptive opposites 
 
The Great Horned Owl

                                       “WHOooOOOooo be you”
 
Dew soaked grass 

                              Precious eloquence

                                            --Stephen Rozwenc   

cicadas buzz like chainsaws under

a luminous harvest moon

sound gently weaves the silk nights

i imagine that you also

hear the singing of this moon

                            --Ginny Short