Thursday, October 7, 2021

The 10th month



October days are merely

dawn passing the dim torch to dusk.


Layering

upon the earthen floor

over our bodies

the elements are intensified

between what lives and what dies

a time

to dwell together

in muted tones.


These October days

all end 

with soul dark nights,

crisp as the apparition

that spurns and nudges 

one to never be

done.  



Photo credited by Los Angeles County Museum of Art, 'Gift of Mrs. Ruthe Feldman in memory of Philip Feldman (M.91.377.52)' in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons. 


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