Oh, October, bare and fruitful,
Dearest — fall into sombre rest.
Drying eyes glaze over your beauty.
Oh, October, briefly merciful —
Be a fleeting apparition —
Sprouting orange oak leaves.
Oh, October, though farce and plight
May hold hands in succulent night,
I see no darting sparrows.
Oh, October, edifice of decay,
Only haughty carrion flesh
Denies your rupture.
So, October, I too implore your
Sombre rest, my drying eyes
Glaze over your beauty.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
Oh, October, bare and fruitful,
Dearest — fall into sombre rest.
Drying eyes glaze over your beauty.
Oh, October, briefly merciful —
Be a fleeting apparition —
Sprouting orange oak leaves.
Oh, October, though farce and plight
May hold hands in succulent night,
I see no darting sparrows.
Oh, October, edifice of decay,
Only haughty carrion flesh
Denies your rupture.
So, October, I too implore your
Sombre rest, my drying eyes
Glaze over your beauty.
Written in October.
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