The moon is full and golden
Spirits awake, become emboldened
Leaves and mists swirl about
Autumn is here, without a doubt.
Foot steps echo down the street
It’s not someone you’d want to meet.
Something fluttering round your ears
Black and sharp, awakes your fears.
Keep your eyes straight ahead
Keep your nerve don’t wind up dead.
There are more things to this season
Than can be explained by human reason.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits. View all posts by willowdot21
34 thoughts on “October Nights”
Love this seasonal one, sis!
I am struggling here Sis 💜. So tired and words will not come 💜
Well sis…. You know my situation… Xxx
I certainly do 💜
Wonderful last couplet!
Really …I am struggling to write at the moment 💜
Well you managed it there 🙂
Thank you 💜
I love this. I enjoy a good rhyming poem.
Thank you Robbie I love writing them too 💜💜💜
All seasons are mysterious. Autumn seems mysteriously ominous.
I love Autumn 💜
Love this autumnal poem. Autumn is one of my favourite seasons. 🍂🍁🎃
“Leaves and mists swirl about” I love that line – it is fall-perfect!
Thank you 💜
Well done, Willow!
Thank you Dale 💜
Perfect for the season, one of my favorite times of the year, I love everything about it,
Yes October brings harvest, new season, Halloween, the count down to Christmas . So many memories and so many new beginnings 💜
Nice spooky poem x
Thank you Miriam 💜
Thank you for the link 💜
Oh! Such a creepy one Willow. Love Halloween poems. 🙂
Thank you Marje I love creepy Halloween poems too 💞💜
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I really love this! Excellent writing. Thank you so much. It is my month of joy that begins my favorite season. Next month I start making my fruitcake. It has to soak in some form of liquor from November to until December to be just right. One of my favorite stories is by a male, and right now for the life of me, I cannot remember his name, but he wrote some famous mysteries based on fact too, and in this book, which is a memory of his childhood with a favorite aunt, she always says, “It’s fruitcake weather,” and she and he go out to gather fallen nuts, spices and makings of fruitcakes, most all of which will be sent to people she remembers each year, and the ingredients include a cupful of liquor from Indian Joe (I think that is right) who runs a speakeasy down by the river. It is one of my favorite stories and I feel bad that sometimes my memory does not serve me well. Maybe you will know the story too and can help me to remember it.
I got myself a very small pumpkin, and it is not my perfect pumpkin choice, but it did have some dried curlicues and a somewhat bent over stem, so a little closer to being something I would choose this year. Anyway, your writing seems to go so well with my thoughts for the season, and I appreciate that very much.
Thank you Autumn is an exciting month, both an end and a restart to things. A harvest and a renewal, ancient and modern mix well at this time. Like you we will be making preparations for our Christmas cake, like you also we soak ours in either brandy, whiskey or dark rum. I do love the gold’s and reds of these autumnal months and the carpets of leaves everywhere. Is the story you are thinking of Tom Sawyer and the author Mark Twain… I remember the stories but had to think hard about the author 😀. Have a good day 💜