Halloween's making me crazy and time-crunched, so I'm recycling again...I seem to write a lot of poems in/about the fall season for some reason...
October Roses
The stems keep only
faded green stars
unblinking in late light.
Hot pink petal witches melt,
staining the dirt. They scatter blessings
and kiss the foreheads
of the earthworms that hum
a baritone hymn, while the sun
skulks further south
each day, its chariot drawn
by corn-husk moths, escaping
towards solstice.
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