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.
