Monday, January 18, 2021

Sharing Poetry: Maya Angelou "Late October"

 Late October


the leaves of autumn

sprinkle down the tinny

sound of little dyings

and skies sated

of ruddy sunsets

of roseate dwns

roil ceaselessly in

cobweb greys and turn

to black

for comfort.

Only lovers

see the fall

a signal end to endings

a gruffish gesture alerting

those who will not be alarmed

that we begin to stop

in order simply

to begin


1 comment:

  1. beautiful poem; speaks to change and sadness as they co-habitate belonging.