
music of mysterious season
every extra-ordinary evening
when fall’s awe-calling and
autumn’s beat thrum-drums.
dry cornstalks quiver in crisp
whispers of sweater weather as
honky geese migrate late, and
de-fruited trees leave with a sigh.
orange pumpkin planets shimmer
eerily in phantom-tastical gleams
of the ghostly harvest moon-beams
that pierce clouds’ flimsy shroud.
Join dVerse Poets where Dora invites us to “trip the October light fantastic.”






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