the gloom of October

Autumnal Gloom

 

                      Sorrowful October, rain hangs in the air to mean to fall

a murky joker without a sense of humour, I don`t care whether it rains or not,

it is just the persistent greyness makes my beard white,

my hand's thin so many rivers look like Bangladesh overrun by the stateless.

People born in October tend to be mournful, with the sudden outburst of ire.

Intemperate, I blame the weather, vengefully jealous of others success,

it is not the October`s child`s fault; it had two choices winter or summer,

but was pushed into late autumn, forsaken by god and man.

The rain didn`t fall, blew westerly and the afternoon sun was helpful.

 

 

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Hannah Collins

Sun 12th Nov 2017 13:04

There is a lot of truth in this about October.
A mystical month. Very thoughtful poem.

Hannah

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Graham Sherwood

Fri 10th Nov 2017 09:41

Oy! hands off the Librans Jan!

That's the problem with autumn, it's either beautiful or gloomy, hardly anything in between.

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