October
She strolls gently,
along her path that‘s narrow,
Large oak pointing to the sky,
like an arrow.
Beneath her lie, layers of leaves,
both orange and yellow,
She hears a distant stags,
repeated bellow.
Trees half striped,
green leaves remain,
A few more days,
and they’ll feel a dirty pain.
She picks one up,
and places inside a brown book,
From her narrow path,
this leaf she took.
At it’s symmetry and red veins,
she stares and adores,
It’s outline look like mountains,
or rocky shores.
Then she realizes,
soon she’ll be gone,
She’s just October,
a passing lonely pawn.
by Martin Dejnicki
The motivation for this poem came from two pictures. The first is one of a path in the forest during autumn where red and yellow leaves are layered upon this path. There’s a big tree on the left side, and most of the trees still have some green leaves.
The second picture is a close up of a beautiful red and slightly yellow maple leaf laying on a muddy ground.
I love autumn. It’s so beautiful. I’m really looking forward to enjoying it this weekend.
