O OCTOBER - An Ode To Robert Frost | Radhika Manek

O OCTOBER MEEK AND MILD

HOW YOU SWOOPED IN UNWARE.

SILVERY MIST IS HANGING LOW

DRAPING OVER THE SHRUBBERY WILD.


ALL OF A SUDDEN OCTOBER EMERGED

AS SEPTEMBER STIRRED AND SLEPT

THE BRANCHES OUTSIDE HANG


D

O

W

N


AND TIRED

THEIR RIPENED LEAVES ARE READY TO FALL.


TRANSITIONING FROM EMERALD TO RUBY

HOW WONDERFUL THEY'LL CRISP UNDERFOOT

WHEN SOON THEY ARE TWINKLED WITH FROST.



Radhika Manek She/ Her @radswrites Stitching words into poetry to see the world through a different lens with the hope that my writing can empower others and help shine a light on issues close to heart.

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