October’s Final Dance

My soul is still

as late October’s

sun glows above

fingered bare branches.

My heart is chilled

as Autumn clings

tightly to daylight.

My mind wanders…

as darken cornfields

twist, trembling their

fibrous dried stalks.

Yet, happiness comes

from chattering oaks

dancing in November.

“Let them praise His name with the dance;

Let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp.”

Psalm 149:3

https://dversepoets.com/

9 Comments

  1. Kindness from those oaks… makes me happy

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  2. ‘Kindness comes from oaks’
    I’d say happiness does too 🙂

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  3. merrildsmith says:

    Lovely poem! I love the imagery of the dark cornstalks and “kindness comes

    from chattering oaks

    dancing in November.”

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  4. kim881 says:

    I love the kindness that comes from chattering oaks, whatever the month!

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  5. Yes, the dancing oaks is a wonderful lumbering image – lifting the melancholy of the darkened scene you’ve drawn so well.

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  6. erbiage says:

    Oh those chattering oaks!

    Sent from my iPhone

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  7. Lovely descriptions. Nicely done.

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  8. Lucy says:

    Wow, this is incredible writing!

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