Dead leaves crunch underfoot
crisp colors fill the sky
from bright hues of blue across
the daytime skies to
orange, red, vibrant hues of foliage
mud from rain on a dirt road squelching
under tires and soft falls of hooves
Pumpkins and squash adorn
each doorstep – sometimes more than
one, skeletons gracing lawns
and ghosts hanging from tree limbs
the caw of a crow and
the aroma of damp leaves, pungent
and wonderfully satisfying
the soul stills to listen to the beauty
of the softly whistling wind
as it sweeps leaves over the street
in preparation for November
About the Creator
Gabrielle R. Lamontagne
As a travel-sized fiction writer and poet, karaoke fiend and Christian witch, I hope you find my spiritual insights and travel experiences useful, amusing, and compassionately written!
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