Up in October Smoke

A requiem for the last days before winter

Smokestacks burn into the October air.

The leaves fall down, the trees are nearly bare.

The birds fly south, barely notice or seem to care.

Jack-o’-lantern fires, all the kids act so scared.

And I know that November’s coming.

The chill and flakes of white.

Angry Winter’s on his way

With teeth sharpened and ready to bite.

Oh-I know that November’s coming.

Grey skies o’er the fireside.

Old Man Winter’s on his way.

With harmful winds, we forget the days gone by.

Reviews

[T.W. Early]

love how you personify the feeling of October.

[Coyote Poetry]

Old Winter is coming very quickly. Time to wear warm jackets and watch the turning of the leaves. A very good poem. Halloween bring on the cold of winter and create desires for the warm days of spring before winter takes hold. I like the last lines. A excellent poem.
Coyote