No doubt about it, October is my favorite month. So much so, that I dedicate myself in verse to the month like no other:
With radiant heat, did summer beat, hail now to our survival;
As blessed time, with aura sublime, announces it’s arrival.
October breaks, and gently makes, occasions cast to savor;
Beauty deep, cool nights to sleep, ’tis nature’s special favor.
Crisp sunny days, now absent haze, distract our vision portal;
While thieves of green, the leaves do preen, judging them not immortal.
With resplendent vibe, landscapes ascribe, scenes that do astound;
Now souls awake, by vistas’ sake, soon accolades abound.
It spawns long walks and intimate talks, and worries start to ease;
As we draw nearer, who are dearer, and memories that please.
There’s outdoor jousts, and then we’re doused, with little gremlins knocking;
Trick or treat, they oft repeat, robed in dress quite shocking.
Give close embrace, it’s fleeting grace, this beauteous month October;
It cannot stay, but soon gives way, to season far more sober.
So relish now, and hence avow, this time so pure and airy;
Which thus, alas, must always pass, though long we wish it tarry.
Al Hood – October 2011
Kindred spirits UNITE! Love it, Al!!
Thank from a fellow fall lover….
Lovely, I like autumn, but I can’t say October is my favourite month as it heralds the onset of coldness. I much prefer April, being my birthday month, and being the bringer of chocolate and hopefully some warmer weather! This year England appears to be skipping spring. It’s still bitterly cold!
Whenever I see the word ‘ode’ it makes me think of ‘ib gob a code ib my nobe’ which is very Octoberish
Lovely, Al! This is my favorite time of year as well. But the temperature will be up in the 80s for the next few days, and that just does NOT go with the changing leaves. Mother Nature is a bit confused in my little corner of Illinois.
You’re right pegoleg, I purposely left out any reference to the crazy temperature swings during October. Couldn’t think of anything that rhymes with Fahrenheit!
Lovely rhyme and flow to this, Al. It IS an upbeat poem for a beautiful month. As for linking to Monday Morning Writing Prompt…how about the black hole post? They are dark, you know, and some humor would be nice. :0)
Thank you so much,Victoria.
As for MMWP I think I’ll watch and listen a while before I attempt an entry. It looks like I might be in some pretty fast company and I’ll need to work up to putting myself out there.
Thanks, Cindy. I knew you would appreciate it since you live in one of most gorgeous of all October places!
Loved the imagery…both in the words and camera. I think I married your English teacher. He still mutters about you.
Thanks for visiting Barb. Oops, that’s a dangling modifier isn’t it? Please don’t tell the hubby!
You silver-tongued devil–you wrote a poem about my favorite month, too. I can’t thank you enough. 😉
Somebody had to say it. October doesn’t get near enough press!
That is a beautiful picture and the poem that goes with it should be published. It is truly a work of art. Great job Big Al!
Thanks Jodi. I could publish it on any one of several websites but it would be lost amidst several other worthy efforts. This way I have a captive audience!
Thank you Big Al or the splendid rendition for October..it truly is a wonderful month with such gorgeous colours.
lots o love P
If I had a good voice I’d sing its praises, but thankfully, you’ll be spared that indignity.
Nicely done, Al.
Thanks. How’s that birthday hangover progressing?
Boo Hoo, I’m second but I enjoyed the poem too. Funnily enough we are having one of those wierd heatwaves where it’s like a summer heatwave. Even the nights are hot. Still, I’m with you in spirit
Sorry to hear that. Here in Virginia we are expecting sunny and high in the 50’s today with 40’s tonight. I’ll take a deep breath and blow it across the pond for you.
Woo Hoo – I’m first to leave my accolades and homages to this poem. It’s beautiful. I love the internal rhymes – I wish I had been your English teacher! I’d have taken full credit for your development.
Thank you, Bernice. Maybe it was your influence sitting next to me in class all those years.
Actually, my real English teacher in high school quit to become a prospector. He was last seen leaving school muttering something like “that kid is unteachable!” Oh well, maybe he struck gold.