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
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 ManekShe/ Her@radswritesStitching 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.