October Dying / Poem by Christine Tabaka

Poem by Christine Tabaka
October Dying
Green to brown to dust.
Iron to rust.
Summer songs to dirge.
Colors all purge.
Leaves fall, bondage free,
whirling dervishes in flight.
Cool embrace of autumn’s kiss,
an omen not to be spurned.
Sun blindingly low in sky,
as evening invades.
Birds on wing abandon youth,
migration beckons forth.
Muted shadows walk past
the dying of another year.
Ominous winter wind shuts
its door to the ghosts of summer.

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