Bert Bell - October

October brings both beauty and dread;
And when it first arrives, it feels
Like something has already been lost.
Before all its radiant spectra have fluttered free
Of their brittle, twiggy hosts,
And abandoned them to waver naked
In the chilling promise of runny noses and flu shots;
It's always the same, like a looming shroud.
It feels ominous to me; it always has.

Bert Bell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-74/