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October moon, one owl,

one moth, one lonely cricket,

my bed empty too

                             --Jeff Burt

rice dumplings 

and pampas grass decorations

moon viewing

                            --Christina Chen

fall-

every leaf

waits for its wind

                            --Ram Chandran

autumn moon -

a black cat crosses

my path

                            --Juliet Wilson

red hues 

of autumn—

booster shot

                            --petro c.k.

October moon

an echo of laughter

through the empty hallway

                            --James Babbs

October morn
farmstead scarecrow gets
a new hat
                            --Roberta Beach Jacobson

first frost moon lost rain

of an autumn equinox 

beech mast never came 

                            --Jenn Martin

last night’s fullest moon

still sings, bell-clear, this morning

—Autumn’s  aria—

                            --Ron. Lavalette

autumn moon

the fraying seams

on her jacket

                            --Kimberly Kuchar

autumn rain              

parasols bloom

on the sidestreet 

just add water

— instant flowers

                            --Christina Chin & Linda Ludwig

A Touch of Autumn

White-wings

 

For months the White winged Doves

have gathered in the yard

with morning appetites, afternoon

thirst and a blue ring

around their orange eyes through which

the summer threads its

infinite soul. There is war

east of hope in the world

                                        and rain

wandering lost in the sky. There are

sales at the local stores

and red green red lights

flashing at intersections

between good luck and bad. There’s

a hawk who wakes up early

and patrols the urban streets. There’s

a cloudbank building

                                 with a heavy heart

and doves present

then gone. Away they go

to drought’s end,

drinking moonlight on the wing.

                            --David Chorlton

A Touch of Autumn

She whistles through a blade of grass,

      sharp and serrated,

and does not shudder

      when it cuts her lip:

blood and breath to call him, to bind them.  

The wind bends tree boughs low

      like lovers dancing,

as he wraps ethereal arms around her,

      red lips marking him

and the leaves flush and curl, before falling.

                            --Shelly Jones

distant sirens...
in moonlight the barbed wire 

dripping blood

                            --Chen-ou Liu

power cuts—

the first frost moon

out stays its welcome

                                --Adele Evershed

a sickle harvest moon,

two dead bleached cottonwoods

tuning forks of the poors’ harvest

                           --Jeff Burt

recoil 

the Hunter’s Moon

still in the buck’s eye

                            --Joshua St. Clair

eerie autumn moon

even my wooden owl sleeps

with one eye open

                            --Dana Clark

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