my October
my October winter’s appetizer with the end bitten offdull and drypoplar boneyards rattling in the front yarddarkening days I sat at the windowglass eyesmo...
Category: poetry
“To Autumn”
1Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the tha...