it is the witchy season
when trees reluctantly give up their leaves
the moon becomes more important
as it stimulates dreams, calls for caution
mine are always in color, vibrant, alive
I arrange my stones in circles
bury a spirit cache under the hearth
leave no trace of hair in my brush or
fingernail clippings
wear muddy-colored clothes
the neon of summer is too tempting in it's brilliance
and I no longer have the protection of the sun,
except for my tattoo
the call of the Great Horned Owl is unsettling
but, I can't control the change
as I watch others glean from the harvest
Especially: "the neon of summer is too tempting in it's brilliance"
Merges the personal with larger mysteries. A seductive mix.
Well done.
A keen observation by Jerry DeNuccio on Facebook: "The title works on several levels, it seems to me: it's fall, there's a fall from summer, and the speaker is falling into herself. A fine poem."
Lovely poem.
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Thank you, Matt, Gary, Erika and Jenny.
*, Kitty. You've well-captured the essence of autumn:
it is the witchy season
when trees reluctantly give up their leaves
the moon becomes more important
as it stimulates dreams, calls for caution
mine are always in color, vibrant, alive
Lovely poem.
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(typo in line 11)
Thank you, David.
Thank you, Bill.
I like the notion of spells to repel spells, and all of it really.
Thank you, David. I have my talismans and amulets.
Nice piece. Enjoyed the imagery very much. Loved this:
I arrange my stones in circles
bury a spirit cache under the hearth
Perfect October poem balances just so.
Good poem. Wonderful imagery.
Favorite line:
"I arrange my stones in circles
bury a spirit cache under the hearth
leave no trace of hair in my brush or
fingernail clippings"
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Thank you, Kenny.
Thank you, Dianne.
Thank you, Sam.
*Love this and I'm going to try that stone thing.
Thank you, Nonnie. Congrats on your book!