October Wind

I recently found an old book that my high school produced back when I was a student. It was a book of poetry, stories, and art produced by the students. I only ever had one contribution published, it was called October Wind. It is a bit dark - I was somewhat morose as a teenager. I really did not like Fall, back then. There were three other poems, one for each season, which have now been lost to oblivion with the exception of one line from the summer poem. So, straight out of 1989, here is "October Wind."


October Wind
A cold wind cracks
Through leaves, amber to rust
Rustles, dead silence
And frost-bitten nights

Drifting ghost-clouds spray an
Orange hue in scarlet sky
Flash off frozen dew

Voices in the dark
Eyes watching you from the shadows
And threads of dark midnight blue
run into flee, fear and run
October Wind

Cold, sharp and dry
Yet clear and crisp
death on its wings
Discord close behind

The summer sun is dying slowly
Dark, Death-like quiet hung in the air
And gnarled oaken branches
And life is delivered a staggering blow
As it comes like a freight train
Bearing down upon the world
Shrouding it in white cold Death
Riding on the wings of
October Wind.

Winter is coming, and I am far from home.

a reply to: PrairieShepherd

Nice

Indeed, Winter 'is' Coming!

a reply to: RisenMessiah

Hey RM -

Right? It's hard not to feel that way these days. I was a little surprised to find this and realize the same sort of creeping dread I grew up with is not that far from the craziness of the world today.


BTW - really enjoyed "Automaton" - thanks for entering it in the contest!

Wow Shep, that was just amazing!!!!!!

originally posted by: PrairieShepherd
a reply to: RisenMessiah

Hey RM -

Right? It's hard not to feel that way these days. I was a little surprised to find this and realize the same sort of creeping dread I grew up with is not that far from the craziness of the world today.


BTW - really enjoyed "Automaton" - thanks for entering it in the contest!

You hit that one straight way back then for sure. I liked it. Seeing as time doesn't exist as we believe it does, only separated by moments your higher mind most likely saw ahead even though your brain was not fully aware of what was going to happen.

Thank you muchly! I'm glad you enjoyed mine

a reply to: PrairieShepherd

I was also somewhat morose as a younger person however I liked fall and still do. Summer is my favorite but, the crisp colors, oranges and purples, of Autumn are fantastic also.
I really enjoyed your poem and wanted to tell you that. Your talent has not been lost through they years.

a reply to: beachbound

Thank you, Beach! I do find autumn fascinating with the colors and the anticipation of the holidays coming, but it's that dead period between when the color is all gone but the snow has not yet arrived. That's the time this poem was trying to illustrate.

a reply to: PrairieShepherd

Well, I think that you captured the time period perfectly.

a reply to: PrairieShepherd

Great job Prairie I really did like this one!

a reply to: luckskywatcher

Thanks Luck! Glad you found it!

This is great mate!
That's some good writing ay